November...17? 14...15?
Dates no longer carry your shadow.
I awoke in a panic this morning,
Thinking of how easily the day went by.
I didn't even cringe,
But this morning I awoke with the faint taste of our ashes burning in my throat.
Your name was a linger.
This morning I remembered I had forgotten,
And the feeling was weightless.

Dear sorrow, I plead for you to go away
You keep returning and I don't like your hello's
You keep consuming my body and I am tired
In this world I want to STAY

Dear sorrow, stop taking away my pride
You make me loose each opportunity for respect
You make me have "Pity" from others commonly
And I hate for that fact, I want to hide

Dear sorrow, stop making me go seek Mary Jane
With her I no longer see you for a few hours
With her I am taken by the hand and we dance joyfully for hours
Am I still sane?

Dear sorrow, it is your fault that I do not know what is right and wrong
I have made bad choices, too many so far
I have died internally so many times
I identify myself through every sad song

dearly departed,
this is a word from the brokenhearted.
you slipped away
as was your right
but the ghost you left behind
still lingers in my mind..

I can see it within his steps,
And how they are no longer in rhythm with mine.

I can see it in the absence of his smiles,
That he is further away, that I can not see him anymore.

I can hear it in the sharpness of his tone,
The way it strikes into my bones.

I can feel it in his absence in the night,
For although he is near, I am still cold and wanting.

That there may yet be something lingering, between the silence and the sheets, but it is foreign, it is no longer love.
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you were like the devil on my shoulder
whispering to me everything thats wrong with me
but i treated it all like the words of god
because you were beautiful enough to be an angel
but your poison filled lips
are destroying everything thing i
once loved about you
and now you are the dying rose
that you once gave me
sitting in my room
theres no room for you here anymore

Playing with unrequited affection,
Thoughts of her have lingered around.
Is it too late to ask for her love;
When colours have been so dull without her?

The word lingering makes me feel nostalgic. I imagine trembling fingers over soft skin with little goosebumps all over this sculpted canvas, tracing curves and edges of this human art with gentle strokes. I imagine the memory of warmth and the word "want" quickly becoming "need". I imagine lingering is used to explain the drunken feeling after a perfect kiss, the inexplicable high of pure bliss, then going back to lips that are no longer there. I imagine that lingering is a word that aches and that tingles with craving. I imagine that the word lingering misses the art that made them learn the definition of the word longing.

today i took a walk in the clouds

it was a blissful abyss

lingering

oops, don't fall

it is always sunny above the clouds

want to share this moment?

then take that jump and don't feel the fall.