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rainbows through my tears for she's a lady let her dream for she's a child ��and let the rain fall down upon her..." fact, fiction, gender anomolies, and the purpose of this diary aside, chills still thrill me even when they come from long buried tears... so with wet cheeks I thank you (and others) for the words that trickle through to those places inside long sleeping... I would very much like some time for myself about now, but due to previously contracted obligations I still want to fulfill, I have too many other things to do... but let's not let real life get in the way for a moment... if you know what I mean the last gasp of a childish freedom six or something-teen an ageless, timeless memory so full of innocence nothing more could ever be quite so free or intense and still so real who dares to feel the gaping hole we try to hide from yesterday until today nothing has reached so deep inside each night a prayer are you still there? melts all the years and all pride carried in dreams so real it seems we can fly cross the great divide daffodils and lilac fill the nose and eyes old clothes scattered on the ground an odd toy or few stare up with surprise in breathless embrace the wonders of life are found how I long for that sweet bliss how I forget how I miss how a moment just like this brings me back to that first kiss and suddenly like watercolors in the rain the memories are washed again again I run around, a madman in my brain wishing I could find my way back to way back when and I look up from my timeless stare to find my boss is standing there waiting as if it's all too clear an answer was meant to appear and I say, "excuse me, sir?" and he says, "the report, hello, are you here? and I hand him some papers I can barely see through my tears and he walks away as if I committed some sort of crime snarling "wake up Joe, daydream on your own time" and I glance out the window at the school across the street see two kids embracing unaware that the ground has left their feet the rain falling all around can not squeeze between their lips and I smile at my coffee, take a few more sips and get back to work typing another line holding on to tears and dreams uniquely mine looking back through a world of fears wishing for more than wasted years hoping some hopeful news appears and as the fog clears I hope to see rainbows through my tears let me see rainbows through my tears please show me rainbows through my tears let there be rainbows through my tears
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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |