koizora 日の前日に
koizora
日の前日に
I'm lonely, so lonely without you.
My Hiro
like the wind
The sky, grey as it, reminds me of you. I see the stars and my eyes fill up just with the thought of you next to me whispering sweet words of redemption.
I'm lonely, so lonely without you. My days aren't mine anymore, you took them from me.
Today is our last farewell and yet you told me not to cry.
I'm sorry for crying.
It has been almost two days without you reassuring me that everything will be okay.
And yet my gut says it won't.
I can't see your footprints in front of me. I can't hear your laugh making echos through my universe.
I feel nostalgic.
You're gone like the wind blows through my skin leaving a refreshed feeling of sorrow.
Of longing.
You told me, "just look at the sky and you'll see me."
I can't see you just yet.
When will you come out and shine for me?
Make it a sunnier day?
I'm hard as a rock and fragile enough that if someone touches me I can break into tiny little pieces.
Pieces that only remind me of you.
You told me not the to cry and yet the idiot that I am I just don't seem to stop.
Fool, you left this fool alone and disoriented. How will I ever find my way without you?
My Hiro,
All I ask;
All I want
Is for you to hold me.
Tonight.
And I will bid you farewell tomorrow.
Please, stay with me tonight.
Whisper to me that everything will turn out just fine.
Tell me I can live without you.
Please,
Just hold me
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reverie
I had a dream that I was in the middle of an auburn country side.
The sky was different types of colors.
Purple, blue, and yellow. I felt your presence.
It felt as if you were content.
And when I closed my eyes I could feel the wind drifting all of my worries away.
I felt you beside me brushing your hand in my hair. I liked it.
Hiro loves Mika, I felt your words sink in and a familiar feeling arouse in me.
I couldn't see you;
It didn't matter because when my hand tingled, I knew you were right there with me.
And Mika loves Hiro wherever he is.
I smiled up at the sky waiting for the sign.
The sign that we once shared as we used to sit below the willow tree that you loved so much. The sign that told me that you cared for me and only me. The sign that kept me from wanting to jump off that bridge after the sky took you from me. It was your smile.
The smile that replays over and over in my head.
I've been good, Hiro.
I'm in college now; I've made new friends and they're nice. You would approve.
Silence took over.
When will you come back to me?
Never. You'll never come back to me.
And that alone tears me apart.
Hiro, I'm glad I knew you.
And like any other dream.
I woke up.
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Gone
My hands alone can't hold my hurtful stomach.
My eyes are too watery to see my sorroundings.
My mind is blank with lingering thoughts of you.
My room is red and I'm blue.
Really blue.
My knees are bending and my heart is twitching.
The light is shining high above me and my world lights up.
But I'm still blue as I lay here alone in my world.
My world that once had you.
You're gone.
And I'm still blue.----
Old Rusty Bench
Alone in the old rusty colorless bench,
Waiting for you to get here and take my hand.
Waiting for you to sit beside me and tell me "It'll be okay. I know it."
Sitting in the paint less frosty bench,
Looking straight up and waiting to catch your smile.
Looking and searching for the sign of you.
My heart can't help but feel disappointed.
It can't feel you anymore
When will you come back for me?
My heart is fluttered and my mind is white. The tips of my fingers tremble as if they're expecting to touch something.
I close my eyes and my body stiffened.
When I open my eyes I will see you.
When I open my eyes you will hold me tight and you will repeat over and over again, "It's okay, love, I'm here."
When I open my eyes you will brush your hand with mine and I will blush.
When I open my eyes I will see you.
When I open....
My toes are tickling and my legs are shaking. My face is pale and my arms are shivering. The sky is a deep shade of blue and purple.
Talk to me, even if I can't hear you, talk to me.
Look at me, even if you can't see me, look at me.
In this colorless lonely rusty bench is where my ears stop and listen to the melody that come from the crimsom sky.
I can't see you.
I can't feel you.
I can hear you.
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fail?