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Cold seeps into my bones
As I lay in the dark, all alone...
by Ben Pickard
You were created with the
metaphors of my metered verse...
by C Cattaway
Your blue eyes, in the morning,
When they twinkle with you smile...
by cassie hughes
I’ll build a castle in the air
for you and me alone to share...
the chapter of our story
took a turn for the worse...
Marigolds were yours...
Maybe finding someone to share everything with is not the point.
Maybe the point is to feel fulfilled in the self-consciousness of individuality.
I needed you like the desert needs rain, to fill the cracks on the surface and nourish the deep soil.
Turns out you were the sun.
I am not a stranger
No I am yours
With crippled anger
And tears that still drip sore