What is different
From the short rest in your bed
And the longer one?
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What is different
From the short rest in your bed
And the longer one?
Can you see me?
I’m afraid
I’ve fallen into your eye.
Does it hurt?
I’m sorry
I didn’t mean to be here.
Do specks of dust apologize?
This one does.
Can you see me?
I’m afraid
I’ve made you cry.
Does it hurt?
I’m sorry
For each and every tear.
Do flecks of dirt agonize?
This one was.
Things that go unseen
Are better felt in the heart
Where they are clearer
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Joy
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Let me have this
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Let me keep this moment
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Forever
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Please
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Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
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He’s pretty enough
But when it goes dark, it’s she
That shines most brightly
Large curd cottage cheese
Slopped on my plate with a spoon
Are you even cheese
Kaboom and kablam
They look strangely combative
Colors of freedom
Panic and terror
Unshakable sense of dread
Is the oven on?
Good morning, Sunshine
You were up late yesterday
How well did you sleep?
I’m not an introvert
But I’m a little introverted
When I’m not reticent
I’ll give you my two cents
I’m a barrel of laughs
But I fly my flag at half staff
So leave me alone
When I’m feeling lonely
And be there when I need you
Because I’m needy and I need you
Please don’t go
When I let my heart show
It might be black as oil
But so is fertile soil
And–
And now I’ve said too much.
Sorry about that.