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white and grey
Rain
It felt like rain.
Soaking through our cloathes like blood, staining
It was a cunning way, to kiss me in the rain and act like you meant it because that's how they do it in the hollywood movies baby you said
As the world fell to silence and the picture, white and grey.
Grain
It felt like grain.
Please refrain from telling me we were concrete when we crumbled like sand
The floor crumbled beneath us like broken dreams and ash
The light blew out like candles and turned into shadows
It's easy to spend a lifetime running when you never age
Blame
It felt like a game.
To shift the blame from name to name
Who is the victim and who is to blame?
You, dripping words, spitting abuse, your mouth could not contain?
Or I, who can't understand the difference between relationship built on concrete and a relationship built on sand?
Pain
I still feel pain, i still remember to feel it, even today
I still remember how to spend a lifetime loving in a world that that falls to silence when asked why the light blows out candles, which rose tinted lovers under cold blankets into shadows, and their picture white and grey
Age
I refuse to act my age if it means to be older is to be wiser and to be wiser is to be blinder
Because the more you know, the less you see
That, love is the not the absense of pain nor an excuse nor for personal gain
Love is a picture in the movies that was never shown to me.
But i feel it, it feels like rain and it feels like grain and it feels like blame and it feels like pain and it just grows with age and it sounds like a name
Which i still hear it, even today
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