Daily Archives: March 16, 2014

Breakfast Without You

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When the daylight sneaked in

tangling arms with the tangerines on the table

and my bed made soft from the sun,

why am I stinging from your words,

and the smile of your face,

and the panicked flooding of feathers and birds?

 

On this page you say I’m nothing much

on that you say you never loved me

or maybe

that sneaking skyline never touched you.

 

When the daylight creeps in

that glowing face is gone–

but it was never even there.

 

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Photograph By Golden star Poetry Copyright 2013

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