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you come from across
the universe, darling, and
you spread a silence
in my mind. (come in
closer.) the tiny people
and cars below us
hum softly as they
come and go. we speak in half-
hushed voices as if
we might awaken
the frozen october moon
with just our fragile
conversation. (come
in closer.) you tell me that
there is no way to
fall from here unless
i truly wanted to, but
trust me, darling, i
don't. (come in closer.)
i just wish i could shatter
the surface of these
sweet, ambivalent
oceans that lie between us,
but i have no words:
you have stolen the
poetry from my breath and
offered it all to
the falling stars that
i swear we could catch tonight
if we tried. (and i
promise i won't mind.)
the universe, darling, and
you spread a silence
in my mind. (come in
closer.) the tiny people
and cars below us
hum softly as they
come and go. we speak in half-
hushed voices as if
we might awaken
the frozen october moon
with just our fragile
conversation. (come
in closer.) you tell me that
there is no way to
fall from here unless
i truly wanted to, but
trust me, darling, i
don't. (come in closer.)
i just wish i could shatter
the surface of these
sweet, ambivalent
oceans that lie between us,
but i have no words:
you have stolen the
poetry from my breath and
offered it all to
the falling stars that
i swear we could catch tonight
if we tried. (and i
promise i won't mind.)
(i need to get better at writing about things that make me happy. this was harder than it should've been, and i don't know how much i actually like it.)
© 2011 - 2024 t-writes-poems
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"you spread a silence/in my mind."
this, and
"stolen the/poetry from my breath and/offered it all to/the falling stars"
your poetry dances out these little gleams of truth that are so tightly woven and perfect.
and I feel you, about the happy poetry. can't do shit with it either, though I'm improving. it used to be worse..
this, and
"stolen the/poetry from my breath and/offered it all to/the falling stars"
your poetry dances out these little gleams of truth that are so tightly woven and perfect.
and I feel you, about the happy poetry. can't do shit with it either, though I'm improving. it used to be worse..