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If my rainbow were a wave
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Awash with pigments not of human born
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A wash of watercolors splashed on canvas beaches
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Would there ever be a tide as low as when I find my naked body thrust in frozen sterile bathroom tile
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(Not six feet deep enough, but deep enough)
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Grasping at photons whose wavelength is too long
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Too bright
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Too brief
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For hands to wrap around and say “I love you”
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To make is to be
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But making what I see in her
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Making what I wish to see
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Is never as easy as sitting this one out
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As laying down and dying
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As saying “I am not enough”
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But whenever
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That
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Comes to mind
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I think:
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“No matter what she feels for me
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No matter if she loves me back
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She’s never die to wait for my return
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And if she would, I’d never let her wither, shrivel up
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When the sky is just a flap away.”
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Why should I expire when she feels just the same?
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Poem: If my rainbow were a wave by >>36461607
By AnonymousDashfagCreated: 2021-07-16 21:31:33
Updated: 2022-02-22 08:14:28
Expiry: Never
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