this house is empty,
and i am too full to be here…
it’s not because of fear that i run,
it’s because of what i know is there…
what is there will never be here,
it makes my eyes bulge an break upon broken tears…
i’ve shattered, and unfolded, chopped neatly upon a platter,
nothing remains except everything…
everything that time will tell you never happened,
nothing that should have ever happened…
lost in origami, spinning within a tsunami,
i know i’ll never find the answer…
but atleast i still know the question.
why do i
dread the morning,
if the sun ever were too come,
i could no longer get lost in those eyes…
the most beautiful stars that make me feel alive,
perfection in moments and frames,
ourselves unfolding within flames,
i’m scared because i live in my dreams…
who’s to say that this isn’t real?
that last night never happened,
and i’m just losing myself in a manifestation…
a fanatasy that may have never happened,
i miss it already, innocent and passionate,
lite brite smiles dispelling any form of mystery,
i’d forgotten where we were,
i’d forgotten where to be,
i’d forgotten who was me…
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