i sit on swings
and imagine things
that have never once come true.
and i find peace,
a brillant release
in the things i think of you.
but you'll never know them dear. you'll never understand. because while i die inside when you don't appear by the trees, i can't let go with my hands-this life i do not own, but create, to hide away, when i open my eyes, and i am alone, with him on the phone-singing me love everylasting. and my happiness is just a few thousand teardrops away, when my chest stops heaving from the hyperventilation and i breath in the cold racing my face. and i'm pumping my legs. under the tree, over the tree, under the tree, over the tree. and i feel the presence of a shadow, of a ghost, and i smile and lit up inside...and i turn around--to find myself alone.
i get off the swing
away from these things
that have never once come true.
but i smile inside
......(to be finished later)
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