Chapter 5: The Little Blue Things

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The phone hangs loose by the loose chord

Spiraling into oblivion;

And down.

It.

Goes.

Because there’s no one left to call,

No one left to see,

No one left to be.

Take these little pieces of heaven to heart

Rest assure, they’ll move in a V formation

Heading into the light; so authentic and unforgettable.

We’ll copy write this day that I’m home alone on a Sunday evening

 

Someone come wish away my dreams so they’ll be stuck higher,

And higher.

Stuck on shooting stars that are over this meadow full of daisy chains.

Where the nostalgia begins as the record spins.

The light hits your face just right; and the shadows will follow.

And they leave behind a track of familiar faces

And some are stuck on winter.

 

We’re all ghosts of Christmas past, because no one needs the present.

Forget about every time I died in your arms.

Let’s have a reunion of spirits that circle around your head

Like a halo of everything above and beyond us,
Even the angels are tied down to the railroad tracks.

I’m not too perfect for you, we’re perfect for each other.

So move that head 90 degrees every time your eyes meet the sidewalk.

 

Taking a cat nap in four leaf clovers that never really got us anywhere

Just look were we are now.

Left with everything that matter nothing in five years.

Or maybe they never truly mattered.

Because loneliness is such a beautiful sound when it echoes in you.

When I found you passed out in the hallway, it escaped to the nearest room.

 

Lullabies are finally finding their way back to the cradle.

The melodies flow through and smooth the wrong pitches;

As the piano keys play out the rest of our lives like a story book

You’ll be my Beauty because I’m just an everyday Beast

And each illustration is a frustration of a simple equation.

Reviews

[Johnny]

I loved it.
Specially the last two stanzas.
I like how you come up with a comparison for everything.
Dont doubt yourself!