Ceri Fields

In the storm and in the din,
I'm lost without you,
I just can't win,
I need your touch
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A long time ago, personalities were judged.
And now still, minds remain unchanged.
Two people, nearly the same, separated by opinions, years, preconception.
Forever like siblings, but only children.
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To drown in words
Is to be overridden with emotion,
Good or bad matters not.
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Running through a flowered meadow with reckless abandon.
In your endless springtime of life.
Carefree and alive, filled with youth to envy.
But could you spare a thought to spread the wealth,
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Have you ever felt a tug of longing?
Did you ever do anything to slake the thirst that desire wreak?
And yet, we sit back and receive life only,
Receive it's pleasures and complain all the while,
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As a kid, I can only ever remember it raining. I’d stare at the fat drops on the window, furious whenever the windshield wipers came by to destroy my art. But the words of protest dripping off my tongue never made it completely out my mouth. Instead the rain would pound on the roof of the car, muting, filling my thoughts. So I just sat and watched. And this would go on and on until we reached our goal, when the car was turned off and there my spell would break.

The first time I got into his car, it was raining. Raining is only a loose term for any type of liquid precipitation; it was pouring, drowning all dry land. The street looked like glass in the dusky afternoon, every light reflected on its surface a thousand fold. He was driving me home.
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It hurt and still hurts,
the pain of knowing that you threw me away.
Away into the wind, like a bothersome speck of dust.
So how sweet it was to know,
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