Chance happenings
have true weight
like butterflies flying around me
when I walk
–
If at all times
edge of experience
I dance on the margins
of the page
–
We met one afternoon in your house
and we watched music videos of the far past
we had the times of our lives
–
Red and pink roses
even at day
even at night
now I grind my teeth at roses
now I grind my teeth at roses
–
As I sit in the middle of my room
to figure it all out
I go to the window
the sight of my mom and my dog from afar
the sweetest sight
–
As I do circles around
the neighbourhood
I vow to keep deadly diaries
they will finally lead to light and love
–
As you peek through my window from afar
I skate outside your flower yard
–
I now realise that you treat me as you view yourself
so the sun is not so scary
our relation is not a blood one
so I can look at the sky
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