Brookelyn Walker

Filled up like the sea,
One that none shall see.
A little book of maddness,
That is filled with saddness.
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She is staring out the window again.
Looking at something distant.
Past the parking lot.
Past the trees.
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Yellowed pages; Thin and frail.
Yellowed pages; Tell my tale.
Yellowed pages; Keep my secrets.
Hiding in plain sight
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Can't you see the bags under her eyes?
The way that she stays up so late at night?
Can't you see the way she cries
Not too hard, so, so light?
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I got angry,
At someone I didn't know.

I mistook a guy,
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Curtains
Pulled apart at the conductors command.

Sheets
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The Lake was aflame in the bright morning sun,
The Trees whispered, telling to run.
I took a step, then another,
Quickened pace in both fear and haste.
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In this world, I quite honestly think
That there is no such thing as 'perfect'
If there was, I'd be anythin' but that,
I'd be me, Yeah, I'd be me,
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Why do the birds fly?
Because there is no reason.
Why do I not try?
Because there is no reason.
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Dark brown eyes hold no lies,
But the person behind them does.
She tries to hide, stupidly thinking
That the pain will subside
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She walked up.
They asked her last words.
For everyone to hear.
She said, in a coarse whisper
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Why did I have to fall in love with him?
Why does he look this way and smile?
Why does his affection seem to smother me?
And then why does he suddenly turn cold?
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She stays up far too late.
She wakes up far too late.
He stays there far too late.
He leaves there far too late.
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