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Sometimes
Sometimes I think
About the way the wind blows,
About the snowflakes that fall like fairy dust
Upon rosy cheeks and laughter.
Sometimes I think
About the way your words
Hang in the crisp air,
Threatening to prey on those I'll never speak,
Lifting them high above my frigid soul
And forming a noose around their delicate necks.
Sometimes I think
About the sweetness of your voice,
Filled with honey and molasses and
Lies.
Sweet, beautiful lies that I'm willing to have you
Stuff down my parched throat,
All to quench the indescribable
Loneliness,
The crushing
Emptiness
That dulls my heart.
Sometimes I think
I'm better off alone.
But what I really want is
The warmth of your laughter,
The eloquence of your words,
The life your voice gives me.
Maybe it's all an illusion,
But sometimes, I think
It's real.
