i can't find a reason for why
pangs in my chest call for times i feel were the best
they're gone and i know it well
does a part of me refuse to wake from slumber?
from the dreams in which i still dwell?
you help me up to stand still
i tell you i love to kill
you ask me to meet your thrill
i say as someone, somewhere else i will
fall back into time
just to find we've been hereafter-all
puzzle piece into place
you're never worried about your own fall
just the winter in others and themselves what they'll call
it's you who are hardest to fall
pale comparisons don't fit us well
a dead language my mind thinks in
and i'd recite it but the words melt my tongue
taking away from me the ages of young
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Poetryredefinition; sculpting, acceptance. figuring out which way to go. questioning mortality. new sense of direction. restarting internal insurrections. letting go and standing tall. "in a cave where light cannot be a winding maze of multiple ways to es...
