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Hi, Hello, Salutations

Poetry By: Charonix
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Hi there. If you're reading this, WHICH, YOU SHOULD BE, welcome to part 2 of the puzzle I have scattered out across the internet for you. Here, we have a poem written by yours truly. Your current task with this is to figure out the 'issue' that I need you to fix in order for your sorry self to continue to be even the smallest speck in my life. Figure out how to fix it. Figure it out and let me know. Also: This is not just a one time fix. Find a way to fix it permanently and if I need re-assurance at any given moment of it, I expect to have the re-assurance that I'm looking for. So, basically, let's break it down. Your task here is to figure out the problem and fix it FOREVER, somehow.
There's more to talk about later if you're eventually ready for piece three. How exciting. You have 5 hours remaining.


Submitted:Jan 18, 2014    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Every color of the rainbow lay beneath your eyelids
Every whisper of the wind speaks when you breath
Every waterfall poured in the drops of your sweat
The ones that are produced when you sleep


Somehow the sun slipped below 42 degrees

Somehow everything stood silent
Somehow every waterfall dried up
Somehow all of the beauty I found was quiet


Now all I see is a forest of trees
that no longer have leaves
Now I see what I was meant to see
Now it speaks to me

Speaking in hushed whispers
that I can only hear
Crawling down into every angle
and rining in my ears

My mind too says it's true
believing what you've become
low and lower and lower than that
low enough to hide from the sun

And from what I understand
the sun reaches every place
most of them anyhow

so tell me please
the place you've been;
Where the real you
has been hidden out.


Infact, I'm not sure if I really want to know
Where you have actually been
Because I liked the painted picture infront of me
nearly taunting me to let you in

Luckily
You could say
This has happened to me before
and nearly ended the same

but hi, hello, salutations
I'm done with fucking games

You caused roses to grow
in my mind
but then again you only need three things
dirt
mixed with sunshine
and a little bit of rain


The dirt, I had there from when I was ten
The times when I should have played
One side of you brought the sunshine
The other side brought the rain


I understand that I have missing pieces
Maybe I'm missing the ones I need
Maybe I'm missing the only thing
that will cause you to fall in love with me

Maybe That's what you find in her
But then again, that's okay
because

hi, hello, salutations
I'm done with fucking games.





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