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Sunshine

It wasn’t more than just a thought.
Or maybe I should keep this current by pacing and say that rather- it isn’t more.
There was something about the way the sunshine hit your eyes that made me think.
I promise it’s not your fault that I shut out to figure out my mind.
But, I keep having this thought and it follows me like the sun.
You’re pushing through my doubts and I’m painting a rose colored path.
You are waiting on the other side but covered with your clouds.
The purity you hide has left me weeping because you let me feel your passion.
So I’m left with the same thought glazed with glimpses of your pain.
You’re intertwined with confusion because your heart is sweet, honey.
It’s as golden as the way you embrace your tongue.
You’re slipping through foreseen cracks while I sit across staring in to the gaze of the devil on your right.
You hold more than this world in just your palm, don’t set fire to the cards.
She will only see the film over your life, while I’m stuck with the same thought that has kept me gasping from a bottle.
I missed the chance, pardon me, but does it really hurt to hardly shed a tear?
Please don’t fall in to the jaded cries, because I’m so stuck on the sunlight swirling through your eyes.
I’ve seen that glisten in a higher dream, but I can’t tell you that while we are still in the strangers scene.
I'm screaming at the sky for the way you submerged my light with diamonds.
Now I’m ripping out all of the pages in my books because I keep writing about how mental you make me feel.
Every song that rewinds in my brain I am reading from the cracks on your lips.
Your voice has been tangling in my ears, deciphering how it will sound in a few years.
I’m following the sunshine on the road as an opiate to the mush this thought is making my mind.
Your heart must ache by the way you build up walls before finishing the ones that have already fallen down.
It's a different kind of expression you have when buzzing behind espresso in the nightlights.
But I think you need a little more time to fight the insecurities drilled in to your conscious.
I'll let you keep wallowing and making art and staying anonymous.
And as pathetic as it sounds, I'll be be waiting with the same thought that's making me rip my hair out.
I feel like I'm on the run because of what I saw when you almost let me inside.
I'm sorry.. I think I need to stop the story here, my love, because I'm not one that has a lot of faith.
I've been thinking about falling to my knees because of you, you're going to take the aethist out of me.
I'm sure that I sound uninhabitable but we are both known for being too true.
But, as long as there is still sunshine I'll be thinking about you.
Written by tasia_arlene (Tasia Arlene)
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