it is...difficult.
your eyes slide off my skin,
where they used to linger.
perhaps its the wind,
changing everything.
these words are empty, are pointless
a broken string
a cracked pot
a shoe full of holes
And I am up late again, as I used to be.
All progress comes with headaches,
tired muscles,
sore eyes....
and yet the stars are still as beautiful as they always were.
Your eyes slide off of my skin,
each time the drop is a day that I've lost
Silvery eye has closed five times,
golden eye has closed twenty one times,
the days that I've lost.
It is 10:50 pm
and I am without you.
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