Ghostly arms hold me;
when my tears take me back,
to where I used too play and hide alone.
Angelic hands come to me;
when the deathly shades of autumn,
bring back inner shades that I try my best to block out.
Ghostly fingers pull my hand back to blank paper,
you dont have to say it. I understand without words.
Whilst the sea sleeps
our eyes turn to the sky we share.
Just like before leaves brush;
two tears visibly invisible,
like the arms that were never there;
just like the hand that was never in mine,
and like the friend I never had before you appeared.
But always had in you. Whilst I played, hid and cried alone.
In the land of dreams where I was haunted,
I no longer fear to dream. Now that we have each other.















Devious Comments
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There are things that go bump in the night, make no mistake about that. And we are the ones who bump back.
I am the High-Wizard-of-Things-That-Go-Bump-in-the-Night
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"My family tree's losing all its leaves" Arcade Fire ~ "I'm a tree
that grows hearts one for each you take" Bjork ~ My Poetry: [link]
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Never knock on Death's door -- ring the doorbell and run. He hates that.missya and sorry willbe around more
we have to catch up
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"My family tree's losing all its leaves" Arcade Fire ~ "I'm a tree
that grows hearts one for each you take" Bjork ~ My Poetry: [link]
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decorate the sky with stars <3
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"My family tree's losing all its leaves" Arcade Fire ~ "I'm a tree
that grows hearts one for each you take" Bjork ~ My Poetry: [link]
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"Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well."
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"My family tree's losing all its leaves" Arcade Fire ~ "I'm a tree
that grows hearts one for each you take" Bjork ~ My Poetry: [link]
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"Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well."
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