White Hills, Cold Nights

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White hills
Cold nights
My father always drives
Too fast
But is always
On.
Time.
Longer nights
Red wine
My room is quiet
Whilst she screams outside
Red breath
Green trees
My mother slipped on the ice once
And I laughed
Cold windows
Broken hearts
She threw the glass
On the kitchen floor
My fists clenched
White hills
Cold days
We were younger once
I didn’t need to speak as much
And you didn’t need to fake a smile
Warm pillows
Wet hair
I don’t have words
To catch
You

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Time

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Make
Time

Raindrops sliding down the window

It’s getting
Colder

My eyes are dry

Fingertips
Tapping
Waiting for more
Time

Waiting for excuses
To relieve my
Mind
I fall asleep on bright screens
And I miss
A voice

Time

We accept the lies
We are hungry for

Time
You used to
Make it
Used to
Stretch it

Time

We accept the lies
We are hungry for.

My love

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My love lives in a satellite
She talks on a string of stars
Drawing pixels in my dreams

Sweet Night

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Sweet night
Hanging like a heavy cloak on my tired soul
You take me back to forgotten places
Where strength used to be draped in tenderness
And time quietly lifted
Sweet night
I used to see my mother weep at the sight of beauty
You let me weep on bathroom walls
It feels empty and lost
To hurt because of a beautiful thing
Sweet night
Sing me a lullaby until sunrise
Lay a kiss on my heavy eyelids
And let me drown in dreams.