Unknown As Yet

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just a random poem I wrote. Doesn't make much sense to outside eyes but I like to think it has feeling.

Submitted: November 02, 2011

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pushing forward

i have to push through you

and my memories

the treacherous thorns of my brain

tearing gracefully

my fragile skin

 

loving the sound of your laugh

under sky

the little birds calling me, calling me

falling for silence for you

 

if only

the moon was as bright as your eyes

i wouldn't need fear

of the dark

 

shucking off nightmares

my heavy cloak

night-cold and blue as

brown can be.


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