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Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Unpopular Love
The wind brushes your hair as you spend your time staring back at the distance where somewhere in the horizon your hometown is lying under heavy clouds of smog. Pollution so brown and beautiful under the orange sun, you miss it so much, you are my love whose eyes are honey brown. You stare at me from so far but I feel it deep inside my heart as it pierces through, I feel my insides melt to create a hole where I place my palm over and pledge to one day go to you and change this variable called distance. Remember those times when we used to be able to touch each others lips with ours? Now you can only pretend and so can I because in our loneliness our half conscious minds find company in each others arms. I run my hand through your hair while you tightly hold me. I want to hold your hand forever but you're too far away and the wind carries you back to where you first stared.
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