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Just a step furthur,
Till the pebbles no more plunge the flesh,
Just a gap closer,
Till the smile fades amidst the sky,
where it's painted a green hue,
Till the bones turn to a mesh of intricate artwork,
Those that we used to stroke amongst the clouds,
With the feverish orbs as the paintbrushes.
We sketched our hopes,
Locking them up against the cerulean sky,
T'was just a safe haven.
So here again, I lay,
Just a night away,
From treading upon cold stones of fate,
Reluctant to slip upon them,
For it's too early , for the promises to break;
For the soul to move away far—
Farther than the horizon
Where the sky and the sea meet,
Farther that I meant to be,
For this heart pleads to stay,
Perhaps to hold onto you a little longer,
Until one day, I slip away,
Lying next to you.
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Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
