I was searching
The dots on the map kept you hiding
Seven minutes and seven hours later
Not a trace of you,
except those glitters
Dancing on the warm and packed air
But maybe I was too stubborn to
Let go of you in despair
I strive for your glistening shadows
Yes, shadows.
You're a deflated bouquet of soft yellow flowers
Derogating every power I tried to gain
from my weaknesses
You sit in on a camaraderie of frail strings
My heartstrings
From where we differ
Until the last of our blinking brown eyes
Every night we're not dead on the ground
Thanks to my endless quest of you,
round and round
I was searching
And I still am
~c, b.e.w (February 20th 2014)
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