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Momma said to never marry an astronaut,
they will always prefer the twinkling starlight
to the light in your eyes.
They'll only end up in ships that float
aimlessly in zero gravity and you will not be there.
Momma said to never marry an astronaut.
You will stand firmly on the earth,
clutching the ground and knowing
they will always prefer the twinkling starlight.
Planets will fracture and stars will collapse
long before he recognizes he can travel
to the light in your eyes.
they will always prefer the twinkling starlight
to the light in your eyes.
They'll only end up in ships that float
aimlessly in zero gravity and you will not be there.
Momma said to never marry an astronaut.
You will stand firmly on the earth,
clutching the ground and knowing
they will always prefer the twinkling starlight.
Planets will fracture and stars will collapse
long before he recognizes he can travel
to the light in your eyes.
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and the imagined white-blonde hair;
forgive this mother's grief for stolen dreams
and let alone these tears that stream.
Forgive this mother's grief,
forgive this mother's grief,
remember things aren't always what they seem.
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but those moments when you despair
would give to me what was unsent--
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the grumpy shouts, the unmade beds you bear.
Forgive this jealous heart,
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wednesday's child
it is the third of october
and i am building a castle for us
out of feathers, bird bones,
ocean waves and library book pages.
anything to keep our feet from
touching the ground.
you are sin, he whispers
and his fingers trail cold fire
down my side, scorching flesh
and freezing bone;
brittle pieces of me shatter
as they hit the stained linoleum floor.
don't wake me from this nightmare.
i whisper a nursery rhyme
as i walk down our
autumn path.
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fire as they throw themselves from
the branches, down, down,
to cold pavement below.
your words echo in my mind
a constant reminder
that i am sin
but you,
you were
ne
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So I forgot to submit Day 13 of ProjectDFC.
December 13th: The Cascade
Edit 1/29: Oh wow, a DD. THANK YOU SO, SO, SO, SO MUCH.
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'He Says. (Did Anything Else Ever Matter?)' by SpiralingSpontaneity
December 13th: The Cascade
Edit 1/29: Oh wow, a DD. THANK YOU SO, SO, SO, SO MUCH.
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He Says. (Did Anything Else Ever Matter?)Day 13
He's says that it'll be okay,
And I'm pretty sure he's lying.
He and his words have always been sugarcoated,
But now is not the time.
The more I write about ash and ink,
The more he tells me about how
All I'll ever be is cigarette smoke, yet
He says that it'll be okay?
He says that I'm a beautiful wreck;
A flame that's more of an ember than a fire,
But that has just enough oxygen to stay alight.
And I'm pretty sure he's lying.
He says that poets are just like icicles,
And he tells me how he tried to touch me
But I fell from the edge and shattered.
He and his words have always been sugarcoated.
I'd like to say something here:
I'd like to say that I can't be smoke and ice,
And that I've never been anything but air.
But now is not the time.
'He Says. (Did Anything Else Ever Matter?)' by SpiralingSpontaneity
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well written, beautiful