I give too many advices
count the days more than anyone
I live faster than I should
and make you always stumble
when you try to stop me,
yet you used stay.
I breathe for moments
rather than let the moments
breathe for themselves
like you used to;
Spend nights tucked in
when we were young as the moon
looks over the cornfield,
my windows closed,
when you were throwing rocks at them
using up your flames
when you were just embers
and yet you used stay.
I remember the days
when we were young
you were always the sun
and I was like a sunflower
basking, swaying
turning everything to pain
I was lackluster without the light.
And now I give too many advices again
counting the days more than anyone
living faster
why stumbling over
petty arguments,
I used to picture us like
sun and flower
we could have been moments
breathing for ourselves
rather than these required greetings
behind postcards
iridescent days
rather than gloomy nights
with the hollow moon,
how I wish you stayed.
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PoetryOur hearts are brave as fire, minds gentle as earth, dreams are fluid as water, and our souls are as free as the wind. (Poetry and Prose) #2 of the end-live-begin trilogy.
