Our feelings spent on written love songs and countless post-it notes,
and yet today, I just can't fill in this one white page of forgotten space.
I placed in between pressed flower bookmarks to go to a place we ran in the rain,
on a car thrown away, over piled bricks and awkward walls.
We're pulled by the need to be equals; and it tires out the wheel;
I'm sure that we won't ever remember the frighteningly blue sky.
In that way, one whirl of wind paralyzes the clouds to east,
the course of direction changed to a red sun that rises.
You are still right there, but I find myself praying not to know,
that there must be something really wrong with me.
My hand that turns to the next chapter, and the bond I fastened with my heart.
Hey, today is today, and that won't change;
if it rains, we can still go back to that place.
If you choose any one, it will break with a sound - these chains,
That is what love is, I joked, and you laughed.
Time was still ours to spend, so I'd love it if you would say
That we'll forget this day someday.
In that way, the present comes to me without questions.
I suppose that you are still right there. "Oh, right, the words to fill in the blank..."
But, I won't pen it down just yet.
As the plane land, and through that sparse bit of happiness...
Hey, today is today, and that won't change. *chuckled ironically*
There really must be something really wrong with me.
and the bough breaks,
Vonnie S.
and yet today, I just can't fill in this one white page of forgotten space.
I placed in between pressed flower bookmarks to go to a place we ran in the rain,
on a car thrown away, over piled bricks and awkward walls.
We're pulled by the need to be equals; and it tires out the wheel;
I'm sure that we won't ever remember the frighteningly blue sky.
In that way, one whirl of wind paralyzes the clouds to east,
the course of direction changed to a red sun that rises.
You are still right there, but I find myself praying not to know,
that there must be something really wrong with me.
My hand that turns to the next chapter, and the bond I fastened with my heart.
Hey, today is today, and that won't change;
if it rains, we can still go back to that place.
If you choose any one, it will break with a sound - these chains,
That is what love is, I joked, and you laughed.
Time was still ours to spend, so I'd love it if you would say
That we'll forget this day someday.
In that way, the present comes to me without questions.
I suppose that you are still right there. "Oh, right, the words to fill in the blank..."
But, I won't pen it down just yet.
As the plane land, and through that sparse bit of happiness...
Hey, today is today, and that won't change. *chuckled ironically*
There really must be something really wrong with me.
and the bough breaks,
Vonnie S.
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