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[strangeclouds]

I watched an old man feed birds once-
And it made me wish,
That I- could fly.
But these clouds...are so dark-
I deny...having use
for my eyes.
I sing to the night sky-
And wonder, if you can still hear me-
But squint in the day,
And question- if the sun should feel...so heavy.
I find myself wandering aimlessly on your shore,
But I never even care...
I know it's not going to end tomorrow, that I can float here...forever-
But I stand-
because of fear.
You promised once, you'd bring me flowers-
But how? When all it does is rain?
All I want- is to be held in your arms-
All I do- is slip away....
Am I like the rain, after all?
Am I pretty-
My
Whole
Way
Down?
Like silent words spilling...
when I try to scream aloud?
You knew- but never told me,
That even wishes can break-
And still, you hesitate, to say-
the only wounds...I'll ever bleed-
are made-

of ink.