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Take you with me

Our minds are the initial storage for information gathered by our dear senses.
Yes, that's already given.
But have we ever wondered how it says longer than we expected?
Like how can it repeat certain memories from the past and scare our whole core to the bone?

It's like taking you with me to every phase of my life.
Even if you were long gone.
Gone as if the door you closed will never be re-opened once more.
Closed shut like those run-down thrift shops we used to play dress up without buying any.

This is messy. I know.
I wonder, when will I get to see you again.
How long will I keep talking and whispering between thin air hoping you'll hear me again?



Copyright © Sharker The Writer | Year Posted 2024



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I Could Look At You For Hours

Now, so suddenly.
You carry a halo around you.
The ones I don't used to see.
Everything. All at once.
Visibly, electrifying the layers of my skin.

Walking in unexpectedly smiling instantly at me.
Peace signs used to be overrated.
I couldn't help but stop and stare.
You bring in all shades of bright colors.
A masterpiece. A walking heavenly art.

Those tiny noises that you create.
Also, that nose scrunches you can only make.
The playing with my hand when you can't help but think.
All your little things and all of your nonsense.
I'll gladly memorize every one of them.

So if you ask one more time about why I stayed.
I could look at you for hours.
Days, Nights, Years.
I'll keep looking at you.
Even if you're cold to the bone.

Copyright © Sharker The Writer | Year Posted 2024

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Burn

I knew it the first time.
This would hurt a lot.
I'd take cover for you and yet you abandoned me there in cold blood.

How am I supposed to get it done?
When all it took to destroy me was one shot?
It all came down to me. It reappeared again.
I can feel them again.

So how could you? And why would you?
You once told me about words.
Be careful with them for they might start a blaze.
It did.
They did.
I burned.

Copyright © Sharker The Writer | Year Posted 2024


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