our birthsA Poem by dukovan
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In our births In our mothers births. In time we all subscribe to resign To soiled dirt. Its my life Its worth my time. The tide is tied to ceiling at night And the moon is my mother Pulls me in with dads' cold light. There's not a cloud in the sky I wished you well with my eyes And watch as you well up inside the sun' own son Comes to collect the lids from mine Wishing from a well, From the bottom we fell, Washing us back with the tide. To the shore once more Always in time. It all happened so fast. We will never last Its alright Ill live. It was our town There were no clouds. When we first arrived I confused my hopes with a gauruntee. It hurts; I hope you leave me first I hope all it does is hurt. I confused my prayers with responsibility. I'm bleeding through evergreen skin But ill clot my roots again. You said never again, Without any faith in the end. I swore it irrelevant. Lets not start this again I'm promising seasons. Any will do for a place to begin. © 2013 dukovanFeatured Review
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