Maybe it was here
In the early hours of the morning
That i realized how quiet it is without you
My window is slightly open
Blue light trickles through the blinds
And i can't feel my heart beating
Thoughts of you don't pop up
Thoughts of her don't pop up
Its just me here
Thinking about the stars and the sky and the comets that i will leave in my wake
I've never felt this quiet before
Its something calm in your chest
Calm in your mind
Something i needed
But i can't get from you
this is what i tell myself
in the mornings im up before the dawn
that my fingers twitch in longing
and the ache comes back full force
and its true
sometimes i dont want to love you
most times i dont
but i am stuck until you leave
then i will leave
and leave stars and comets and space dust in my wake
can you stop me?
no
can i stop me?
.
.
.
i couldnt if i tried
and ive tried
and tried
and tried
í cαn fєєl thє quíєt ѕєєpíng ín
líkє cσσlαnt fσr mч mínd
cσmє αnd gєt mє
chαѕє mє untíl
dαwn fσrgєtѕ tσ cσmє
αnd чσu cαnt fσllσw mє σut tσ whєrє thє ѕtαrѕ tσuch
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Sparrows Song
Poetryshort stories and poems for when the night is old and the day is dark
