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I lay in the grass looking at the sun

my face flushed, eyes twinkling green

I can feel the wind brush my sunkissed cheeks

and bring back to me all that was done



Gently the wind lifts my hair

and I close my eyes in retreat

I take a deep breath and open my eyes

and let the wind take me to its lair



Slowly floating, I wonder when it was

that I started to give in without a care

but backing out is not an option

for already I'm floating like a dove



I brush the hair off my face and sigh

as the wind carries me away

my breath hitches and I know I'm up high

and the wind brushes away all I have to say



Suddenly I sit in a small dark room

where nothing makes me feel at home

instead I feel eternal doom

at these intense feelings of being alone



I look around but the grass is gone

nothing soft left for me to lay upon

I look up but the ceiling blocks the sky

now I can only dream so high



My cheeks burn a crimson red

no more wind to say what it's said

I gaze down to find a way to leave

and find another person laying down by a tree



Her face is flushed, eyes twinkling blue

as she lays there without a care

and then as was it all becomes true

suddenly my heart's stripped bare



I watch as she closes her eyes, and takes in a deep breath

with her hair all over her face

and suddenly I think of death

like my life is one big race.



She has become who I am

and for that I am scared

for I know what I have caused

because I never cared.



The wind on her face is no apology at all

just a trail to retrace my fall

yet unlike with me, there was a twist of fate

that took away all feelings of hate



Till this day, the dark room is still dark

as i lay here thinking of it all

and still the feelings weigh down on my heart

and no one's there to catch me when I fall



There's no more grass, or eyes that twinkle bright

just a deep void that's taken salvation out of sight

everyone who I thought was once there

is another thing that's been stripped bare



for now lays the blue eyed girl

who once was a flower ready to unfurl

and still in this dark room, my heart torn

I sit here, scared, for i know i am this flower's thorn.