whether our worlds are in your eyes the same
or
whether they are forever apart
i hope you dont dream of me, you dont look at a single picture.
choices you made to let go
because
those pictures are of the one you chose to be with though 'with'
only meant in mind, in heart, not proximity.
all 'go' means is that i wont be there at all.
a choice.
and if its too hard
i dont blame you,
i wont blame you.
but whether our worlds are in your eyes collided or
not
in my eyes they are the same world
undeniably
and my hope is not comparable to those embers which die out
and i cannot write the thoughts clogged in my led
i dont want to dream of you,
but even if it all wont come true,
there is no one else to dream of.
there is no one else i want to.
what doesnt matter much to me: where i am and where you are.

and underneath every consonant, every vowel
lies
so much hope still in every comma, that
so soon this will pass or ill be forever a poet
forever a painter
forever a musician
with the same idea,
the same picture,
the same song.
nothing is new under the sun.
ill join the club of
romeo
and juliet
with out the death
yet the 'club' will blind our eyes.
we're not in enemy lines.
unless
there is a war between here and there
and unless you are out to disprove the Gospel and share despair
we are on the same side.
juxtaposition; i cant appreciate a 'love' that doesnt bear all. 1 Cor. 13.
so say that you hate and dont lie.

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