Softly We Go

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I've had my chances with broken dreams
the swizzle sticks, sugary and sweet drinks
I've had that rain on my everyday parade
that sweet and simple serenade
I've written about skies, and birds, and butterfly's
Hell I've written about devilish music, and sins
I've contemplated death, and destruction,
written letters to people that never read them
started novels that no one ever read
and screamed out lyrics that were lies made in my head

Submitted: June 10, 2012

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I've had my chances with broken dreams
the swizzle sticks, sugary and sweet drinks
I've had that rain on my everyday parade
that sweet and simple serenade
I've written about skies, and birds, and butterfly's
Hell I've written about devilish music, and sins
I've contemplated death, and destruction,
written letters to people that never read them
started novels that no one ever read
and screamed out lyrics that were lies made in my head

And I've written about you
though I didn't mean it
and I didn't know it
I called you boy with sapphire eyes
I called you poison 
I called you perfect
I called you nonresistant

And I still to this day wonder if you exist, 
if you're a figment of my imagination
or gods sick joke
a tease, a temptation, impossible infatuation

As I lay in impossible bliss
in a place I made up
at a time when I was unstable

and softly I ask do you love me
in a scared tiny voice you sort of laugh at
I wish I could tell if you're being honest
But I'm so happy believing this lie

I wish I could tell if these butterflies were love or fear
because anything time you're near me my heart seems to implode
and I know these soft kisses are supposed to make me happy
but I feel like they're meant for someone else

When I wrote about you, and I dreamed about you
the girl I saw you next to was so much better 
I created you in a world I can't exist in
for you are a dream, I mean, an all too perfect waking nightmare

So softly I've come to realize
I could be in a coma, and medically induced illusion
anything but in this world that moves around me

You've given me a place and I'm not quite sure what to do with it
but when I wake up and you're not there
at least I'll still know where I belong.
Because I never gave into that little piece of paradise


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