On a broken day
Where trees hang low
tired with sighs

you came to me
a constant no
that somehow rectifies

entreaties and gifts
were not seeds you’d sow
they leapt like tears from my eyes
into your arms
when you turned to go
or return to a place never left
and somehow I died
and somehow I died
when I gave to you
what we couldn't feel
when you didn’t know



though you never came
the weight of you did
balanced on my torso
at night
and your fingertips ran
across the lids of my eyes
who swallowed all that they had cried.

My hand could’ve fit in your smile
Before you softened to sweet
And became like the butter on
Freshly made cornbread
Enriching all that you touch
Introducing my tastebuds
To gold
Like the summer did sand to the sun.

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“Be uncomfortable; be sand, not oil, to the machinery of the world.”
- Gunter Eich

This flow is absolutely lovely -- But I dunnnno what the hell this is: ( ’ )-- Mixxed betwixt your lines, randomly -- It detracts from the flowstream itself.

Never~The~Less -- Always a pleasure to read your ish --

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

but when i copied and pasted it from the word document that just happened....i didnt notice until it was too late to edit

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“Be uncomfortable; be sand, not oil, to the machinery of the world.”
- Gunter Eich