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two fourteen

a guy's screename motivated me to write this.




Two fourteen AM on a sunday morning,
and sleep has still not found me.
Thoughts endlessly racing
bones bending not breaking
time is still ticking away.

What has become of your mind?
Don't cry.
I will be the strength for us both
just promise me you'll try.
No second chances, even under these circumstances;
Nothing will be rewarded to us now.

Of all the times i've strained to see
times when in the grain:
i got down on my knees.
I've proven over and over again my love for you.

Are you just a sadist?
Do you think your God?
As I hopelessly continue to strive for you
my heart foolishly begins to thrive for only you.

I'm the tattered rose you forgot to water
as i'm sitting here waiting for sleep to inhale me,

my thoughts?
they will not stop.
The rain?
it starts to drop.

It shows me mercy,
it's there for me like you never were.
it coats my soft petals with it's bountiful moisture,
but it is too late.

I am so fragile that this nourishment is too heavy to hold.
So all it does,
is push my petals toward the ground
Laying my life down.

Two fourteen AM on a sunday morning, I cease to thrive.

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