You must be the sweetest thing,
The sweetest thing I’ve ever seen with
Bones of ice and eyes of green.
I could watch you endlessly,
Play guitar and sing to me,
I always am the one to leave.
You and I are metal shards,
Robots who rust in time and chords.
oxygen and atmosphere,
Our eyes are next to go, we fear
All the time that passed us under,
Was enough to make us wonder.
Why we were even here at all.
If we were ever here at all.
We’ll count away with the clocks
Discovering where this plane stops,
And I will clutch the weathered rocks
Until they start to mold and rot.
But triumphantly we will shout
“Give us back our pride and doubt!”
Why were we even here at all?
Were we ever here at all?
-A
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