some days I walk by the lake and wish my body was laying at the bottom
within the reeds
some days i walk alongside the road and pray for a semi to detatch
right where im walking
some days i walk into a multistory building and pray for a fire
when im at the top
blocking all the stairways
but some days aren't like the others
some days i wake up to your face
and i remember what im grateful for
the smell of toast cooking in the morning
those showers where you're left alone to catch a moments peace
those days are the best days
those days i give my eyes a rest
they search for your face in every crowd
the water continues running from them no matter how hard i try to make it stop
i think they miss you before my body can catch up
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Author:
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O.K. I rather like this one. I see the dark first stanza as loneliness. The second stanza opposes the first with the joy of love shared and waking to a lover's face. But, as life rules, you are then separated and the loneliness returns as you miss them. I love the closing line about your eyes and how " they miss you before my body can catch up." very original. All in all I would say very well done, an enjoyable write. - Phil A.
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