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on the longest mile

ill ride

a stormy night

into the sunlight

cause theres a star just hanging over me



i once was lost upon the windowsill

a weeping willow

her face a ghost that slowly fades away



i cannot find roses red

theyve lost their petals

ill wish away a lovely day

for bleak sunshine

or rainy nights full of myth and brilliance

ill speak so slowly thru my own eulogy



on the morn of my final night

i will crawl upon my knees

just to dim the moment

lost upon the end of my last goodbye



these checkered clovers are a mystery

a sinister dove

mourning poetry, midnight prose

last line of loss and madness cross

a boy cant simply love a girl

when his soul is up for grabs

like mine



on the morn of my final night

i will crawl upon my knees

just to dim the moment

lost upon the end of my last goodbye