Enough is said and enough has been done
By now I have lost all hope
I don't see the point of caring anymore
And I have reached the end of my rope
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Hi this is sad. Just want to show you're not alone
The day it was over
Dear Chelsey as I board the bus home,
the same one I took to see you two days ago
now fills with nothing but empty space.
The excitement which came to meet me,
impatiently leading the way to you had
disappeared with the clouds.
Today, a voice whispers
“you were living in clouds, you’re always living
in clouds”
The small New Hampshire town
Where you go to school will rise and dwell
in the blue of some mountain,
and its remnants will hover over me
from time to time;
perhaps in your name,
or on a walk when shadow of
mountains is cast over me.
We were close; caressing you arms
your hair, your white thighs and kissed your face.
Then I kissed your mouth not knowing that
slowly, words begin to form themselves
like soldiers after many sleepless nights.
Words that speak for “truth and honesty” you confessed.
I too, look at love in the novelty of dreams,
And often find passion, fresh and fleeting,
though we perceive best in thin air.
The memories of your voice, conversations,
dinner and movie, the passion
that came before and left yesterday;
months and days dwindled to one moment,
when my head fell on your shoulder,
dividing past and the present.
“Don’t let me go”, then I knew it was over.
The memories of that small New Hampshire town
where you are will rise and find refuge
in the haze of that blue mountain,
and they will reverberate time and again,
perhaps on a walk when shadow of
mountains is cast over me.
Everything dwindled to that one moment,
the perpetual ending that is my story.
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Hi this is sad. Just want to show you're not alone The day it was over Dear Chelsey as I board the bus home, the same one I took to see you two days ago now fills with nothing but empty space. The excitement which came to meet me, impatiently leading the way to you had disappeared with the clouds. Today, a voice whispers “you were living in clouds, you’re always living in clouds” The small New Hampshire town Where you go to school will rise and dwell in the blue of some mountain, and its remnants will hover over me from time to time; perhaps in your name, or on a walk when shadow of mountains is cast over me. We were close; caressing you arms your hair, your white thighs and kissed your face. Then I kissed your mouth not knowing that slowly, words begin to form themselves like soldiers after many sleepless nights. Words that speak for “truth and honesty” you confessed. I too, look at love in the novelty of dreams, And often find passion, fresh and fleeting, though we perceive best in thin air. The memories of your voice, conversations, dinner and movie, the passion that came before and left yesterday; months and days dwindled to one moment, when my head fell on your shoulder, dividing past and the present. “Don’t let me go”, then I knew it was over. The memories of that small New Hampshire town where you are will rise and find refuge in the haze of that blue mountain, and they will reverberate time and again, perhaps on a walk when shadow of mountains is cast over me. Everything dwindled to that one moment, the perpetual ending that is my story.