Sometimes

February 16, 2005

you’ll die a thousand deaths in one heartbeat

there’ll be a taste of the winds of hell in the moment you speak

the stars will shine for someone else

the scars will remain even after the welts

a word will cut, slicing bonds that retie with a different meaning’s side

the tears will not come until you’re ready to die

the wind will be a gift of the sun

you’ll laugh even when there is no one

you’ll find the tears and the scars will go

the word, hidden so well, you’ll finally know

the sea will find you and the skies will join in its weaving of your colors

you’ll cry out and the echoes will be kept, close as you are, by another.

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