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by Stephanie Kentwhy do I plan with borrowed time?
watching the shadows move,
and thinking time flies at a crawl.
sometimes I feel as if I am able
to see past myself dimly,
like a glimpse of the stars through the clouds.
sometimes it hurts my eyes to see the truth,
besides, I've grown accustomed to my rosy lenses.
things are much simpler in the dark,
you feel, and smell, and taste, and hear.
but I'd rather shield my eyes from beauty
than live without the subtleties of color.
you know, I'd almost give my marrow
just to see you walking down the road towards me. 01/24/2006 Posted on 04/20/2006
Copyright © 2024 Stephanie Kent
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Paul Marino on 04/21/06 at 11:24 PM I WAS AT A RED LIGHT THIS MORNING EATING CHOCOLATE PANCAKES ON MY WAY TO WORK AND I LOOKED AT THE VAN TO MY LEFT AND SPRAY PAINTED ON THE SIDE WINDOW WAS THE WORD, "ONE"...I KNEW I SAW IT FOR A REASON, JUST DIDN'T KNO WHY. i like lines 4 through 6 a lot. |
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