Poetry

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wishes & lions are painted on my skin

wishes & lions know no end

wishes & lions are all I know

wishes & lions are my friends

but in some way I must break free

It's becoming so dull talking to the same wishes & lions all the time

I feel my eyes so heavy throughout the days & years

It really didn't have to be this way but ever since the day came you left I had no one else...

no else to say the words "i love you"... I am fresh when you were here...

I am summer when your lips would catch my own... it never was awkward.. more like I was born for you... born for this

I am alive & striving when your arms are around me... but I'm waiting now..

waiting for your voice over the phone, waiting for a note with your kiss upon it...

I'm waiting for midnight to run away hand in hand with you down the dirtroads we grew up with...

but since day came you left all I was here with was these wishes & lions eating me alive

I'm missing you; I would run back but I'm stuck chasing my wishes... being chased by lions...

If I could have back the night before the lions came I would've called in sick & spent the day trapped within your arms... with your soft & gentle hair flowing through my hands..

If I could have back that night...If I could have back my heart... I would've given up my wishes for you...

and spent all my life just holding you...

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