Today is taking too long
Will tomorrow ever come?
I've remembered who I am
And that I have another plan
Fill the world apart with songs of a new day
Take these notes to start and make the hurt go away
Because hurt some more might help me feel
But in the end this love will not be real
So I pity them and I pity him
Because they never needed you
But you made them win
Now they're all sick
Addicted to the hurt
It's you they pick
Because you're a flirt
And I see it now that I was just bored
Bored like the rest of this school
And so what I never scored
But that's why I played the fool
Why not play this bored game?
It amuses me, and keeps me sane
Unfortunately you figured out my rules, quicker than most
So now you'll have to drift away, quiet as a ghost
Because games are no fun when you always lose
And so now it's someone else to play this game with I'll have to choose.
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The ground is charred, covered with ash and soil. The forest is burned and black. There are no birds in the bright blue sky. Thousands of sheer white clouds fly through the sky in fast-forward. Day and night waltzes in and out in perfect harmony. This is a dance of life and death: each day becomes one closer to an end–yet chartreuse slowly begins to cover the landscape. Faster and faster, soon the ground is no longer black. Birds are heard in the trees; the fluttering of their wings send gusts of wind that kiss the soft, unfurled leaves of trees. Flowers blooming in quick successions like gentle blinks of the eyelids of a newborn. Golden brown tree trunks grow upwards slowly but surely, as if nature defied gravity. The world becomes colored in every hue and finally the hand dips the brush into a soft azure and a translucent green and paints your eyes last.
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Guess when I wrote this? I stumbled upon it and thought it comical.