The Chain
By Amelia
You’ll leave me minimalistic
but come back
And I’m outshining the sun
Day, is the only day I pray
For all the times you split me in half
and bent over back
I’ll be dead before the right path
Way back to your heart
The good times will never start
For us to compromise
Or optimize
My peripheral vision of you
Taste like honey, your so sweet
It caramelizes me in my bed sheets
Paralyzed until I dream
And feel paralysis
In the cocoon
I was feeling quite opposite
About how your face is a novels write
Poems, stories, and sonnets
About the details of your eyes
Look in a different direction
when you speak to me
Right now I’m not sure
If it’s the weight of my speech
Who am I supposed to be
Up as early as you
As late as you
Going out to see the other hills to climb
When we got a perfectly good one outside
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