Sunday, March 20, 2016

Glow-in-the-Dark

I thought about you all day yesterday.
You called me twice yesterday and I missed both calls.
This is irony.
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Ground dear she told him.
And she really needs to say that to herself.
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I am a glowing star, and sometimes the darkness hides that light.
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You say pensivity, I call bullshit.
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It's an obsession, infatuation, wonder, worry, and grief in so many ways.
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Why does my mind play pretend?
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Oh the stories in our heads, make me deaf until I am dead.
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They never really see the whole of it, and that's the fear.
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I am turning over and over and over in bed, and all I see is your smile.
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So I put on fake tattoos and hope it all lights up the night when I see you.

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