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Saving a Breath.Picturesque beauty rifles my senses, cool breezes stir my hair. The tree line, with its foreboding dark green, stares back, Into my eyes, just far enough away to catch me in its glare, A reminder of the reaches I can’t grasp, the things I lack.Saving a Breath.
But less from the trees, as much as from my own mind, These persistent little thoughts, like acid, eat my good faith. Until it’s destroyed so much of my vision, it’s you I can’t find, In my perception of our world, you disappear, a forgetful wraith.
So, don’t tell me you don’t know what it is you need to say, &n
by ~SV-19
Colors.The leaves keep changing colors despite my pleading, Before I looked within and noticed my chest beating. What a clever ruse that organ had played to convince, It wasn’t in use when you left and hadn’t been since. But now it would seem I know better than my heart, About things that entice my mind and shock it to start, ‘Cause here I sit once again, a gleam in the dark night, Exploring the reasoning behind my body working right. It makes me wonder about the choices my brain makes, In all of the previous decisions that have led to mistakes, Who exactly is in control of mColors.
by ~SV-19
Answer.The answers come far too easily in contrast To the difficulty with which I ask the questions Why is it you manage to be wonderful despite The fact that this is dissolving the sanctity of The hopes and dreams my heart retains are Disappearing regardless of the sincerity I’m Putting forth with each word, each whisper That I manage to utter before I’m pulled back Into this cascade of your images inside of me That grasp at me, and plead to me, and ask of Me to open your eyes so that you may realize The purpose of my existence in relation to The existence of your eyeAnswer.
by ~SV-19
Story.Illogically formed, the shape still exists, To deny what I want, it seems to persist. In this form of time, space, and longing, I ask you then, who this story is wronging?Story.
Answers fight to make their side heard, All illuminating that the question’s absurd. When the only answer is the reason, To why we interact via delicate treason.
Your heart forgot to tell you what it decided, When every time it was with me you confided. Your mind was too slow, you didn’t catch on.
I’ll help to explain when the distraction is gone.
by ~SV-19
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