Sunsetting I remember phrases fresh and full,
Now said with stail, rusted breath.
Pretending to care and find the common
Between us that no longer exists.
It's sitting on a dusty shelf somewhere.
Driving down roads, counting white lines,
Our city's heartbeat.
I think of moments, our love
So strong as to stretch miles and
Travel to frozen, cold places.
Those icey lands transported to the
Phone lines with small talk.
Begging and pleading with Fortune's wheel,
Reading scripts of intimate conversations.
Guilty clouds and frustrated rainstorms
Washing away what was once motivational.
What was once so beautiful, to lose it was
To lose it all, to lose each other.
But your letters do not answer my questions
They stare blankly, holding their meaning in context.
The line drawn but neither of us admits
To creating this boundry, this wall.
Patrolling with five minute exchanges of pleasentries.
Lunches that serve as mental sedatives,
Apathy curling up next to us.
Slowly we lose care, we lose interest.
I watch the sunset, wishing day would stay. Milton My best friend's eyes
Are warm fuzzy
Teddy bears. Wide
And inviting with
Arms that make me
Want to crawl inside
Those big safe places
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Tom: on the snow melting Lover, how much I try,
To pretend your kisses,
Mean nothing to me.
But when you hold me,
And touch my skin,
My heart is filled with serenity.
We will be breaking,
This short lived affair.
The moments at the window,
Are almost over.
No more meeting in the safety,
Of late night's embrace.
So, I cry when we are joined.
Angry that I feel beyond the flesh.
Afraid of the ache, inevitable,
When the snow no longer falls,
Twinkling and blinking at us.
Some love affairs are meant,
To exist in moments;
Years pass in seconds,
More precious than the snowflakes
That will melt away. |
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