Emotions from You
I am walking down the middle of the road;
I see it.
Right in front of me, making everything as plain as day.
I start for it, but nothing.
Start running.
Nothing.
Stuck.
The icy air pierces my lungs, panting clouds in front of my face.
I am looking at it; so close to my reach.
Staggering, then falling to my knees.
Why!
It hurts; I can feel deep in my chest cutting straight down.
Before I know it, you are there, standing over me.
Hand on my shoulder you come to my level, wiping my lone tear.
You say everyting will be okay yet I have feelings of explosive green and orange.
It is right, just not right now.
The cold continues as though it does not exhist to you.
I look at you and you at me, we sit there in Silence.
Feelings of purple mist.
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