The stairs were a waterfall
spilling in a downward cycle
There are smiles spilling out of a phonebooth as I watch
the astronauts about to take off
gazing into the starry sky, wishing for
God to help me with my swollen heart
How could I!?
WHY WOULD I
do that? Of all things...that?
Did I?
I wonder
who cares if its raining out,
I love the rain
being wet
being cold
but it isn't worth the price I pay
I'd rather
dance with you one more time than writing an essay
a hyperbole of a statement
that will never surface my life again
the astronauts about to take off
gazing into the starry sky, wishing for
God to help me with my swollen heart
How could I!?
WHY WOULD I
do that? Of all things...that?
Did I?
I wonder
who cares if its raining out,
I love the rain
being wet
being cold
but it isn't worth the price I pay
I'd rather
dance with you one more time than writing an essay
a hyperbole of a statement
that will never surface my life again
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