The thought of you made me warm for three years straight The image of you made me glow for days I still see late at night Your kiss still leaves a mark on my heart Your lips I still feel in my spine The thought of you used to make me comfy But now keeps me up at night
thought.
Author: Clementine Eleos
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Date: 07/04/2020
№ 1210338
An accurate description of thought
The things you see are only just reflections. but does that make them any less real? I think about nothing, except how the sounds bounce off the walls The colors are so surreal Life, seems, different. i try but its hard to explain The people dont seem to understand the diference between life, And living I feel, like im the only one whos not completely insane But then again, im edging towards oblivion, and it wont be long untill i am the same The-sky is-glorious, Dont you wish you could float away? I- see- nothing, like you have ever seen The life The sounds The feels It continues to amaze even me The world is, toxic; like ourselves, it needs time to heal There is no justice in the fabrications of the real You must learn your own existence, or in life you will fail My mind, is endless. like space, it is undefined What is this feeling? am i supposed to know whats going on? Who wrote these novels anyways? And, how did they find the time, to describe the entire spectrum of being, In one Simple Line? You are a little too forgiving, considering the state of my insides Why cant i sleep? Is there nothing that can be done? How much longer is this going to last? Is there enough time left in the world? What is time? and why am i governed by its laws? The individual is responsible for perceiving their own realities, so whos to know what realy going on? Put all you faith in the things that you believe If you believe, it will become
I remember the day you looked into my eyes When you told me you loved me But after your actions, I find myself questioning Did you ever really love me.
The day I introduced you to my family The day I asked you to marry me It feels like only yesterday I thought we loved each other SO HOW COULD YOU CHEAT ON ME
My mind is full of so many thoughts I'm sad, angry and disappointed But my heart is telling me that I still love you So tell me, how can I ever forgive you YOU CHEATED ON ME
Window in the front, Portal by his side. Performed a stunt, And stopped the ride. . For him, it was a choice made, For others, no other way. Walls were only there to aid, Bricks for someone else to lay. There was no need to be afraid, For everything, they had to pay. Time he wished he could trade, For tracks that sometimes go stray. Forest always seen as a shade, Not answering, when they pray. In the end, the words will fade, Everything is written in the final play. . To care for lights, He was taught. Now through nights, The train of thought.
It seems as of late the only warmth I can find is standing above the gas range of restaurant kitchens; sipping bourbon from broken pint glasses, inhaling life from a dirty filter.
