She Was The World

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The first time the world winked at me

I blushed in colors, strawberry

My heart of glass, disposable

I hoped it was an augury

That old cassette played on repeat

still stirring movement from my feet

The flashbacks there were bittersweet

of the places she said we would meet

But it was sabotage, a misdirect

so subtle no one would suspect

surrendering now represents

her gifting life to me again

Here in my room, I sit and wait

surrounded by my demons-gate

consumed with loneliness and hate

It's a wild world, Mr. Stevens