Stay
beside me
a little longer,
here in my memory

Before I
paint it all
with beautiful regrets.

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Sometimes,
I wish for little
and simple things
Like sunsets and dreams.

And sometimes,
I wish for little
and impossible things
Like you and me.

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The world must have weighed on you
When you once confessed, you are unable to carry it.

I didn't want to believe it
I wouldn't want to know
and accept it burns you.

Because I believed in you.
I always did.

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All I'd do, is
to stay a little more,
a hundred, or maybe
even a thousand waits more.

Because you grew in me
this,
one faith, and
that's ever enough
for a hundred or thousand
waits more.

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You're all
that I wish
could happen
to me.

Yet, you're
everything
I could
never have.

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My depths have been concrete
Always,
I know exactly how;
Cause I've seen you break
into it, everytime I
gave them to you.

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I built castles from crumbs
I never liked holding for long,
for the time they always take me.
But after the castle is up
and almost donning, to it
I'll adore with esse and all
glory. But, there'd soon be
tides of low and highs that maketh
Me sink in blankets of them.
Each time the sky at rest is covered
in all its glitter and, me in my wither,
My castles of crumbs stands still
even with my jade and amid the
storms that prey, as I pray
for my castle to stay the whole.
The tide then quits and when
I'm on edge, I seek myself to shelter
the remnants so they don't
have to wisk away my
castle of crumbs
when the next storms rage.

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Stitches and kisses
I traded for one, the last time
when I suppose, I thought
I was young and up for the risks.
They'd warn me of the stitches
I wouldn't be prepared for
but, I went for it anyway.
Bruises and kisses,
I got one and then two, but
shallow in poise, made myself
to think the stitches would heal
with just another kisses.
But they only grew to stay.
So,
Stitches for the bruises
I'd make one for myself
out of every kisses they planted
a void scar so deep I had to
own them one on one.
Now I go to wars with it wide open
Churn and stow them all
Till I'd get the one to hand
these kisses and stitches
carefully to mend and watch
All my stitches and kisses age.

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.....but, this heart
that's healing

Was once
a heart that
was held.......

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For once, I don't want to
believe in magic

I want to believe in
You

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