In a dream like haze, the moment you left still spins on repeat like a broken record.
EMILY KURCA place where our stories are rewritten, and six degrees of separation no longer troubles us.
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We all show our true colors eventually – mine is dark and firesome red. I bet I burned you. I don’t expect to see you soon.
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Be here with me tonight, and lets sing the saddest moon song there ever was.
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I woke up this morning and for once, I had no desire to drink my morning coffee. Is that how it felt for you to wake up and never return?
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A sea of jumbled emotions I had longed to live again, a feeling that no metaphor could match.
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I thought time would heal my broken heart, but its been forever since I fell in love and I’m scared that you took pieces of me that can’t be replaced.
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I bet my words are still tangled beneath that streetlight fighting for the right combination to stay.
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Even the places we used to visit in this empty town feel lyrical. My heart can’t help but sing along even now, but I’m tired.
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I think I’ll always remember your birthday and the way you took your coffee because they’ll forever be pieces of you I cannot burn.
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The sky was crying so I wiped away her tears, just like all the times she did the same me.
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A place where our stories are rewritten, and six degrees of separation no longer troubles us.
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Each night I sit at my windowsill like a wolf howling to the moon, hoping that somewhere you feel me calling to you.
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I don’t love you anymore. But each time you begin to fade it makes my heart feel numb.
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Do ghosts get tired of haunting? Of chasing old flames in darkness, of walking through dreams casting shadows against walls, against hearts, do they feel themselves forgotten?
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When the leaves begin to fall, I find myself returning to old playlists in hopes that I can feel you holding my hand, or kissing me goodnight, or hear you singing my name into songs and blueing when it makes no sense.
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When I look at you, I see the moon – I wish you could see that you’re every poets muse.
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