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She wears a heart upon her sleeve
And cries at night, just thanking me
For how I showed her dying art
How far, how far, how far we are
But listening to her broken heart
Has let me know now I can't start
And finally I understand
How far, how far, how far we are
If I could look into the sky
And find the pieces that have flown so high
Then I might fix her broken heart
Then I might catch that nearest star
And tell her that we're close
Silent skies and broken hearts
We are furthest from the stars
And so I'll just listen to her tears
And fail to comfort all her fears
And cries at night, just thanking me
For how I showed her dying art
How far, how far, how far we are
But listening to her broken heart
Has let me know now I can't start
And finally I understand
How far, how far, how far we are
If I could look into the sky
And find the pieces that have flown so high
Then I might fix her broken heart
Then I might catch that nearest star
And tell her that we're close
Silent skies and broken hearts
We are furthest from the stars
And so I'll just listen to her tears
And fail to comfort all her fears
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Invisible Bliss
A morning golden beam kisses the ground
Dewdrops shine on blades of grass
Clock strikes seven, breaks the silence
The town awakes
New dawn, new day
Time to get back working
Carrying on sweet memories
Of the weeks gone by
Building new castles in the sky
Carried on by the damp scent of dawn
Fantasies, promises, and hopes
All of them will last as long as twenty-four hours
Before being drowned in dusk
An endless magic circle
New ones coming, old ones going
...And it's so beautiful
An ever renewing little wonderful miracle
So often it happens, and goes unnoticed
And we voyagers in dreamland never wish to wake up
And see
What's
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tides.
and maybe i
can't control these tides,
but if i learn to breathe
and float along,
i'll never have
to drown.
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Overflowing
I swallow
600mg of sanity
every morning
in a cold clear glass
(half empty)
with liquid memory
and hydrogen voices
filling the space
between each breath.
As the medication
sinks into my soul
the delusions gently vanish
leaving only echoes
and the fingerprints
of madness on my skin.
The chemicals wash over me
in calming waves
until I see the world
in a softer light
under the same sky.
It's like breathing underwater;
everything is quiet
and still.
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Wrote this one today. Very unsure of it, as I feel it's a little outside my usual writing style...
©creativelycliche
©creativelycliche
Lost at Sea there's a girl I listen to,
she sings sometimes at night
with pretty words and sweetest voice,
she's never quite in sight.
I write lines,
to tell her that
I think she's swell and sweet
I use words like
pretty things,
good and nice and neat.
I don't think
that I'm just right for her
(...anyway, not quite)
and so I think
I'll just shut up
the dark's a perfect place
to sink.
© 2010 - 2024 creativelycliche
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O.O Wow, amazing! Keep writing!