White
By: Christopher Edwin Breaux
Could this be earth, could this be light
Does this mean
everything’s going to be alright?
One look out my
window there's trees talking like people.
I dreamt of storms, I
dreamt of sound
I dreamt of gravity
keeping us around
I slept in the
darkness it was lonely and it was silent
What is this love,
I don't feel the same
Don't believe what
this is,
could be given a name
I awoke,
you there chasing
planets on my forehead
But I forget 23 like
I forget 17
And I forget my first
love, like you forget a day dream
And what of all my
wild friends,
and the times I've
had with them
Will all fade to grey
soon
like the TV station.
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