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Sway.

To the times that we tried and the times that

we lied.

Over,

but look at us.

Still trying,

and even still,

lying.



Lying.



You're the lifeboat,

you are the stars in the sky,

you are the breeze,

and of course,

the waves.

The tides.

You are the steady tides and sway,

sway,

sway.



You are the waves,

but don't take it personally.



You're red,

orange,

yellow,

green,

blue,

purple.



You are indigo,

violet,

pink,

fuchsia,

black,

white,

and every color inside of me.



Every color around my wrist.

The colors of the sky;

sun up,

sun down.



From the whitest blue to the deepest

orange.



Never stop swaying.

Swaying.

Green to red,

and you sway.



You are the heart,

the brain,

the thoughts that are birthed at

night.

The realest dreams,

under closed eyes.



You are every bone,

every eye lash.



Open eyes are still dreaming.



You are here,

and you are not.

You are gone,

you are everywhere.



Everyone.

No one.

But you still sway.

Red to green,

and you sway.



You are the airplane,

you are the night sky,

you are the butterfly.

You are the birds,

and the bees.

You are the wishes made upon the

biggest stars.

The smallest dreams.



And still the waves,

but this time it's personal.



You are every minute,

every hour,

every day.

You are every week.

You are every month,

and every year.



You're every second.



And to the times we tried and lied;



Never over.

but you sway.





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