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When I woke up today, and you weren't there to play, then I wanted to be with you.
It takes time to adjust your vision to cope with your surroundings. The room is dark, and you're sitting there, peaceful as a lamb, jaw unhinged slightly because all your teeth have left you one-by-one, just like your family, and friends.
I can't keep my eyes off you, knowing you could die from catching a cough. This hurts my brain; you're so peaceful. Soon enough when the Man calls his lambs home, you'll follow. The night is young for me, like my body. I can only imagine what it's like to be in a constant cycle of fear, and weakness.
I'm powerless to save you.
Would I trade my pebbles of youth to see you sitting 8 feet away from me with not a clue of what's really going on?
My eyes make guesses, you must have seen some active duty in a war you couldn't understand, a smile, stolen, misshaped into the gummy bottomless pit of grief you hold onto with your crutch.
The hero saves the girl, kills the bad guy, and it leaves another sequel to be in the works.
Will you be around to see it?
Do you even remember your name?
I can't see you anymore.
The begging of work calls me back to my noisy grotto.
A twenty-first century troglodyte: begging for peanuts; begging for a notch on a stone as old as you.
I'm betting you don't survive the winter.
Do you have children?
Can you even remember their names?
I finally get the opportunity to see you face to face under appropriate lighting.
We're running parallel with our eyes. Your eyes meet mine and I see pain, weather, and love dust.
I can't bear it for more than 1 second; I look quickly to the blank wall.
You hobble out with the help of a cane.
When you were a boy, the tree outside was just a rumor.
I'm betting you've had arthritis longer than I've been alive.
There's a pain somewhere in my chest; of guilt, and fury. The sable hair of mine shall one day fall out, and turn grey like yours.
Corrective lenses; liver spots; decaying teeth; liver failure; Doctor Shoals inserts; Tea; Vitamins; pliable foods; God; Sugar-Free Candies; Weakness.
The cemetery begs you to sleep.
Your eyes close.
Your jaw finds its hinge.
Its too late now.
Dragging your past into motion; pointless.
I wish I could raise the dead.
I cant believe I didnt look you in the eyes.
Theres no use to holding on.
written by a very beautiful person....
just wanted to keep it cuz its amazing.
It takes time to adjust your vision to cope with your surroundings. The room is dark, and you're sitting there, peaceful as a lamb, jaw unhinged slightly because all your teeth have left you one-by-one, just like your family, and friends.
I can't keep my eyes off you, knowing you could die from catching a cough. This hurts my brain; you're so peaceful. Soon enough when the Man calls his lambs home, you'll follow. The night is young for me, like my body. I can only imagine what it's like to be in a constant cycle of fear, and weakness.
I'm powerless to save you.
Would I trade my pebbles of youth to see you sitting 8 feet away from me with not a clue of what's really going on?
My eyes make guesses, you must have seen some active duty in a war you couldn't understand, a smile, stolen, misshaped into the gummy bottomless pit of grief you hold onto with your crutch.
The hero saves the girl, kills the bad guy, and it leaves another sequel to be in the works.
Will you be around to see it?
Do you even remember your name?
I can't see you anymore.
The begging of work calls me back to my noisy grotto.
A twenty-first century troglodyte: begging for peanuts; begging for a notch on a stone as old as you.
I'm betting you don't survive the winter.
Do you have children?
Can you even remember their names?
I finally get the opportunity to see you face to face under appropriate lighting.
We're running parallel with our eyes. Your eyes meet mine and I see pain, weather, and love dust.
I can't bear it for more than 1 second; I look quickly to the blank wall.
You hobble out with the help of a cane.
When you were a boy, the tree outside was just a rumor.
I'm betting you've had arthritis longer than I've been alive.
There's a pain somewhere in my chest; of guilt, and fury. The sable hair of mine shall one day fall out, and turn grey like yours.
Corrective lenses; liver spots; decaying teeth; liver failure; Doctor Shoals inserts; Tea; Vitamins; pliable foods; God; Sugar-Free Candies; Weakness.
The cemetery begs you to sleep.
Your eyes close.
Your jaw finds its hinge.
Its too late now.
Dragging your past into motion; pointless.
I wish I could raise the dead.
I cant believe I didnt look you in the eyes.
Theres no use to holding on.
written by a very beautiful person....
just wanted to keep it cuz its amazing.