the day




when your
heart


implodes


draws back



sweeps out



to search



and find

and lose

and grieve

and weep

then pause

and take a small step back

and a long stride forwards

until you've reached it

your peak

your all

your strength

you don't need it

nor the pain

nor the joy

nor romance nor lust

just take love

as it comes

so slow

and yet

you find it

keep it

in whatever form it gives itself as

and then

you know

you've found

a Valentine

no structure

no form

no purpose

just one, somehow






open-winged, we'll fly






in love or otherwise




whether ignorant or free



whether doomed or meant-to-be








yellow

rose

through your letterbox









or not








recognition or none, poetic or blunt

your

heart

remains









however shattered









keep your time











still your mind







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So this makes no sense whatsoever and all of my characters are rambling but in my own head it works auuuugh I need to stop spewwriting.

You and me, love, we'd been
Treading water
Meant for slaughter, you said yourself

And then the day came, you were
Falling faster
And I asked her, where'd you go?

Then she told me you had
Gone and done it
Made a run for it
Got away

And as the months went on I was
Sinking lower
Winter's colder now you've left and escaped

Did you ever think that
Maybe after
We'd tear the rafters from the roof over our heads?

We could have been someone but
You were running
As I was yearning
You shut your eyes

The sickle and the scythe they
Hounded our lives
Oversized pocket knives
You learned to hate

We never met again, we
Seperated
Lives outdated
Was it too late?

Rotting tongues of wind they
Took your dust from me
Left my hands empty
By the sea

And as my sell-by-date
Reaches its maker
I beg you bring her

One time

Again to me

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So unbelievably cliche to say it
But I felt it, surely felt it
She had long hair like my friends used to have
Her eyes were a brilliant blue, crystalline
She was the epitome of female
And her name called to the moon

But she hid in the birches
And though she bowed she still hid
Golden and tumbling, as if from the nest
Unable to fly
I saw her leg was hindered

She was an angel
Perhaps not in reality
But in my mind, for a little while
She was an angel

-- Prophet

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So, today, Prophet met Lune, and these were his thoughts C: