Aaron Byrne Poems

When the hours were ours,
the minutes knew no limits,
and the days just flew away,
nothing to halt, nothing to delay.
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I saw you tip-toe with a new bout of class,

with the eyes that they gave me that were carved out of glass.
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tracer fire are our shooting stars.
in lines, following
like insects, ants.
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Pacific eyes,
Tsunamis in my skies.
Coral reefs swaying, moving
To the pulse of the abyss.
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Sweetheart Introvert,
blinded by the butterflies,
hidden in a cloak made out of cowardice.
In a land,
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