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[stolenthestars]

I can't write it out
The sentences will never be formed,
and pages will never be blotted beautifully with full,
intense scenes of lifes wonder
i can't write it all down during the middle
everything is lost and nothing remains
but some half sensed life recorder
in a living memory

the best we can do is remember
during dulldrom school days and
at the worst parties with awful
awkward aquaintances
trying to escape from
melted plastic words dripping
out of the girl you never really wanted
to start a conversation with

the very best we can do is remember
while revisting a vacant lot,
that fresh companion's hands slipping in
and your heart changing
with all the stars and planets and people, numbers, animals, world powers
aligned in time
as they kiss you on the cold concrete step
where you told secrets seconds before
maybe with another but completely different other,
next to the piano-you wanting to cry so
hard whispering
i'll never forget this

on the coast of an orange sky and forgotten waters
you started laughing, unable to stop
mirth overflowing from your eyes
while they pressured you to expand on a story
hands tied all together
all swimming in alcholic wit
everything in your mind told you
record this moment

but it's so different when you're alone
with him dying right next to your
arms but not in them at all
where in an instance
you both look at each other
and fierce light glowing,
years ago together
talks in his chair, playing with your hair
-never a moment written
the wake of your grey dreams
pours in divine glory.