Ah well, not like I was going to be sleeping anyway!


Wavea wave brought home by means of rising tide amidst a score, a teeming faceless mass of those that which, through time, life doth provide ripples upon an endless pane of glassWave
each one with crest and trough and curve and roar with growing height and peaking foamy brow all crash, in time, upon my brittle shore all pass away in time, I've found, 'til now
your wave is like none I have seen thus far tow'ring high in spite of waning moon reflecting sun at me, a watery star white noises which disguise distinctive tune
e'er long I wish your sounds to hear &nb


Time Passesat most two hundred miles 'twixt you and I upon which lie but road and grass and tree yet within me an aching silent cry another day that passes without thee each one a trial, Fate grimly testing me the colors fade, the sunrays touch me cold the days squeeze past, naught but monotony I fear to look and see a face grown old with teary stain and growing wrinkle fold a face, I fear, you would not recognize a face not quite as strong, not quite as bold with colors drained from once passionate eyes yet then I can those three short words recall my smile returns, I once agTime Passes


Trysta tryst into the fields with hands outstretched our fingertips against abundant grain your masterpiece against the treeline sketched, my wish, this once, to fathom your terrain with artist's rend'ring, every wax and wane and fix in mind this place forever more; your body, 'side by mine, upon this plain and on my pad drawn naught but your contour. I long, your hills and valleys to explore until the golden sun drifts out of view map your terrain, uncover ancient lore, be whole again, wake lying next to you. yet all of this depends upon your will; I hope I can, perchanTryst


Clichei hate loveCliche
i hate the sensation the steps coming up behind you, your heart rising maybe it's not the way it is maybe i should hope
but the person passes by unknown and apathetic
i hate the feeling knowing it's not over at least not for me oh, wait, it has to be over else that'd be me sitting there
but it's not and it is
i hate the mollification and the whitewashing yeah, it'll be better everything will be better one day i'll be dead one day too
i hate the tears and the space b
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