i think you're angry –
you're angry cardboard flowers and cut-out stars.
you seems to hide it well as
we write our name in wet concrete.
it is the proof that we were once alive.

the scattered plastic shards would keep us in our place,
but not tonight.

we’re awake in our dreams and there are shooting stars.
i don’t want to screw this one up.

the more i want to remember,
the more i tend to forget.

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in pitch dark rooms full of pitch dark words
and smiles that would fall like drops of rain.

you make a habit of crying in your sleep
and all i can do is hold you
but tonight i accompany you and we cry together.
maybe tomorrow will be different.

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you say you're happy,
but your eyes tell a different story.

you're scared to go to sleep in fear of not waking up
and all i can do is hold you.