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Monday, 4 April 2016
05:12:30 AM (GMT)
Every night I go back to the park,
I lie under the street lamp.
I stare at the beams of light piercing my eyes,
Ignoring the darkness and pretending to feel warm.

My face shifts to the right,
I find myself staring at the swing set.
The coldness of the ground kisses my cheek,
I continue to watch the little movements of the swings from the night's breeze.

I imagine there are little ghost children everywhere;
Running around, screaming pure bliss, smiling with their front baby teeth missing.
I pretend this place is alive again,
A smile escapes my mouth.

We established ourselves here,
We were doctors, astronauts, monsters; creations of our own mind.
Our castle was surrounded in dirty chips of wood beneath a skyscraper of climbing
equipment,
But as we got older, it transitioned into simply steel and cement.

I close my eyes.
The black vision shows strums of G chords, the smell of musky cologne, and sweet
caramel coffee.
A force comes over me and prickles the veins throughout my body,
I envision it is you.

Together we would swing into the darkness,
Prepared to jump when we reached the peak of our momentum.
Once we left our seats, we hoped for take off.
An escape route into the clouds that once filled our dreams.

Gravity has a way of showing itself.
We are chosen and rest in the palm of an open hand.
As it closes, pressure builds to create a vulnerable version of us.
Once manufactured, we free fall onto the playing field.

We were always a combination of black and blue,
The reds cheat, the greens are arrogant, and the oranges always try so hard to be
recognized.
Carelessly living,
Reality slugged our faces and followed it up with a kick to the ribs.

Here I lie down again,
I turn my head to the left to the space where your body would lay.
Running out of time, 
I'm waiting for you to find your way to me.

Don't get lost along the journey.
Don't allow the memories to become an obstacle.
Don't forget to slow down and look around at your favorite parts.
Don't forget that I love you too.

Every night I go back to the park,
I lie under the street lamp.
I stare at the beams of light piercing my eyes,
Ignoring the darkness and pretending to feel warm.
Last edited: 29 September 2016

Comments 
‹stickyvaporeon› says:   12 April 2016   984571  
this is fucking sweet, dude 
really vivid
 
‹Gross› says :   14 April 2016   464457  
Thaaanks :D
@punkprodigy 
 

 
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