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All Of Us Get Lost In The Darkness, Dreamers Learn To Steer By The Stars.

Poetry By: to lie on the floor without holding on
Young adult

Chew on this.

Submitted:Jul 10, 2009    Reads: 156    Comments: 14    Likes: 6   

When you spend life sober

Things tend to grow with color

And the rainbows start to bleed

And the moon yearns to be solar

When you spend dreams laughing

Things tend to pass you by

And you don't notice them leaving

Because they don't say goodbye

When I spend nights crying

Tears tend to dry without you

And I pick up my Kleenex

And move on not too soon

When I spend Saturday

Into Sunday

Into Monday

I don't remember Tuesday

I need a phone call

Maybe I should call

It a day

When I spend time thinking

About certain

About curtains

About you

I get no answers I get no change

And everything else is the same

When you tend to go out

To spend Saturday nights

Try not to be plagued

With what we didn't do right

And when you spend your life sober

Waiting for your damn rainbow

All you get is rain


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