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Some days I want to breathe,
to let my wings down,
bury my fears in chests made
of gold.
Cause some days I lose feelings for myself and even you.
Yet, I lose all clarity,
all my enjoyment and brightness,
in brown eyes that become
dark.
In the end...
I'm not made
for light and maybe
that's the end of feeling
sunrises on my skin.
Wanting to feel sweet love on my lips.
I just want to tell you
I still love; to remind you
my words and thoughts
are not always my own.
Even when I see you sleep,
hate cannot fulfill me,
nor can it befriend
me.
Our tears always
remind me that humanity
still exists.
My tears become your wine,
a sweet lullaby I cannot taste
on my lips but I still crave
your kisses when my nights turn
cold.
Wishing for something more.
A craving that cannot be described.
A sweet sunlight to love me,
to create me a home inside of
your hug.
Yet, some days become
more tragic than others,
full of blood and worries
Yet still I stay.
Some days I get paranoid,
others I'm in love,
while the rest are days I forget.
Days to hard to swallow.
Turning black and others blue
but in the end I tried to stay
next to you.
Rain pours,
fruit expires,
your presence
disappears.
Wanting to cry tears
I couldn't breathe into
a clear existence.
Instead I grew tears
to drown me into an ocean
with no place for me to taste
its saltiness or it's beauty.
I begin to worry,
that fighting my doubts,
burning my fears,
will drown in concrete
oceans.
Fearing of you cheating,
wavering with the ringing
and lighting of your phone.
Lighting embers in the base
of my heart.
Yet, still I crave a home in your hug.
A place inside that won't die
surround by welted roses of wanted
love and wavered kisses.
Your presence reminds me I am not
alone, this heart is not completely
destroyed but is healing.
Healing in places
I'm not sure I longer want.
However, when I look at you
it still reminds me that
I am still in love.
Just hoping home is still a place within your loving hug.
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