When the sky divides, lets loose its' life,
When the thunder cracks, I reciprocate a grin.
The whole of me rests at the edge of a knife,
Split down the center, still both sides sin.
Thoughts birthed in the womb behind my eyes,
I could not stop them if desired, and don't.
Conversations heard, sorting truths from lies,
I could speak, put forth a word, but wont.
Passions held, everything burns white,
Love waltzes with lust, a graceful couple.
The beauty and the warmth of a summers' night,
A gust bends a sapling, lazy and supple.
Once a storm, the oceans rough, white with foam,
The waters have calmed, the sun has risen.
This melancholic ghost has found a home,
I held a deaf ear to life, now... I listen.
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