Ten

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E

The world was too big

and I

was too small

I was empty

glass shattered around me

I saw you crying

I wanted to cry

in your place

stay in your dreams

and take my hands

and follow me home

I don't know if this is a dream

but follow me to the far away ocean

across our dream

but

where can I

Begin?

E

I try to cover my ears

there is a sound of danger

in the room

i don't have a voice

i hear it

again

that sound

rings

i runaway to hide my voice

of the agonizing pain

i run to the lake

i see my face there

please don't say anything

tell me if i have a voice

tell me if it's real

is this pain

real?

F

I may seem real

yet I am not

time here stretches

and it shrinks

i may be good

i may be bad

i want to remain

i will be covered with wounds if

i stay

still

i want to struggle

and fight

but even so

i want to run

just a bit more

my happy times asked me

a question and i said no still

i hold six

flowers

tightly in my hands and say

Goodnight.

C

I stand there with a familiar darkness

I see me where I could

not be

yet often i see me

people are smiling but i cannot

fear holds my hand

this world is just another word for

despair

love and hate directed me

i bump into you in water

and look away with disgust

and shaming tears follow me

i only seem to exist when you are here

you can wave at me

and i wave back at you

as you stand with a familiar darkness

M

i could never apologize to you

the corner of my memory

a brown piano stood by my side

you never listened

i threw you across the room

and ran to my own

red through and orange grew

it had no mouth but devoured it me

it wasn't seen when i was with you

but alone it had appeared and filled

up the room it was much like air

but there's nothing to hear but fear.

A

You had me feel this world

you held me in your arms

i smiled in them

i had been left lonely drowning in our

memories

so i stood wanting your warmth again

seeking you as i had done everyday

please hold me in your arms like you used to

i searched or you until i found six flowers

that i called happiness

but then i lost them too.

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