Eric Roxas

Still-
We are bound to an infinity
Naive to the
Straightness of the other,
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The blue lagoon resting

Against the curved tip of your eyes
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I long-
To see a sunnier day,
Than what you forced me to face.
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Don’t you dare forget
To say how much you love me
On our most silent days,
On our most simple nights,
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You say much-
About how you love tomorrows.
You say-
They are much like you,
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We rise above the silver line
Hymning our sparkling tune

Peaking amidst the cloudy night
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I feel the need

To grow out my stems
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Do I smell good?
Do I look better now?
How about my shirt?
Look at my hair!
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I feel the softest finger end
Caress my every lip
Drifting wildly until I bend
To bite its very tip
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I am fond of looking up, every so often

To search for a trace
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Goodbye is difficult.

It is bitter.
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This is much real,

Than the poetry I write,
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I am no better-

Than an impatient
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