It's far easier
To admit you won't be in my life
Ten years from now
Easier than calculating
How long it would take me to run
Run through your forest of unattainable green
For I live to ruminate upon the very thought
That you are something
That I will not always have
Forcing me to close my eyes
And savor each new kind of wave
That rolls from your kaleidoscopic tongue
Where would I be
If I'd spend the minutes
The minutes that send me to a new brink of sanity
Each minute mulling over the same knowledge
That tells me to let you fly
For you are the wind
Cooling me down
During the heatwave of my life
And gone
Faster than the tint of red on my lips
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