each time she looked him in the eyes
he become whole, everything he was,
everything he wanted to be, was hers
she was his happiness, his sanity
a place he called home.
"sing me the songs I've wrote for you
loud and out of key, baby don't stop
until you make my ears bleed."
summer never sounded so soft
their voices always cracked after
long nights on downtown rooftops
hanging their bare feet over the city
but all to quickly,
winter came and the summer was over
his winter became unbearably cold
his nights became longer, and longer
he didn't know it would go like this.
"now I've got no summer, I've got no one to kiss"
It would be impossible for him at first,
but as time moved on,
he would try to think less of her.
Until she could be forgotten, for awhile.
"now I've got no summer, I've got no one to kiss"
by the time warmth came back to the city
he had lost, hope for himself, for love
each morning he would meet the sun
with his heavy eyes, and hang himself on
that clothes line to dry the tears that filled his soul
-He was a genius of sadness,
immersing himself in it,
separating its numerous strands,
appreciating its subtle nuances.
he was a prism through which sadness could
be divided into its infinite spectrum.
but today he found something from a friend
that made him find himself once again
"It's comforting to know I'm not doing this alone.
the only thing worse then losing your way,
it's forgetting how to breathe"
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