It builds, and then I get here…

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"Don't cry because he told you,
That his love has slipped away,
Because I once knew a boy,
Who watched the sunrise every day,
One morning I sat with him,
Wrapped entirely in my awe,
But he said he'd viewed so many,
Six a.m. was all he saw,
And you'r a brilliant sunrise,
With your darkness-breaking light,
But I know that he's forgotten,
Life without you is just night,
He cannot see your beauty,
Since he's taken it for granted,
But that doesn't mean it's failed,
To leave the rest of us enchanted,
You deserve the love of someone,
Who'll watch you rise over again,
And may they never come to see you,
As another six a.m."
E.H.

"They witnessed her destruction,
Then were left to wonder why,
She saw nothing but darkness,
Though the stars shone in her eyes,
But maybe they'd forgotten,
When they failed to see the cracks,
That a star's light shines the brightest,
When it's starting to collapse."
E.H.

If only that one would look,
He may see that in her eyes,
It's not a bright shinning light,
Just a reflection of lies,
But he could not look at her
And so he never would see,
How bright that reflection got,
Only he could set her free,
She began to slowly fade,
As it ate away at her soul,
Until everything she was,
Was consumed by that black hole,
If he would just dare to glance,
He would notice in her eyes,
Shone a small glimmer of life,
That for him could be sunrise,
As she slowly let life go,
And her heart withered away,
He finally chose to look,
But her light had turned to grey,
Her eyes were just reflections,
She died alone in the dark,
Waiting for him to love her,
Waiting for that single spark.
T.W.

Yours always,
T











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