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Old Calendars

from Wasted Nights by Woozles

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Old calendars from years past
Still hang in my room
Telling me of the past times,
The good, the bad, and the true

When I look at you I wistfully hope
That I see my own future; our future.
And see the pain in your history
Written in the lines of your face

But the roaring cacophony inside my mind
Dies down to a murmur of clarity
When i look in your eyes.
Even though I know it's all wrong.

Are we both so lonely, so distant
That if I were to brush the back of my hand
Gently against your face
Neither of us would feel it?

I put on a charade of energy each day
Like a clown puts on his makeup:
With a deep sigh and a master hand,
Which grows shakier each coming night.

I am a hollow boy.
Like a tree rotting from the inside out,
But still clinging tenaciously to life.
Stretching ever upward towards the sun.

You are my sun.

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from Wasted Nights, released September 25, 2017

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