Five minutes before midnight,
I wanted to cry a storm;
-Thinking of all that's happened-
As I dreamt of silhouettes alone.
That sky I held is falling,
Contours cracking one by one.
Golden stratosphere crashing down fast,
Between you and me and every breath..
Right here, on every silent blade of grass.
Midnight can't be this colorful,
Even if all the stars crashed.
Still, the sky's shinning,
And so is the memory
Of everything that ever was.
Was it ever like this before you;
This sudden attack of bliss and regrets?
You're a star shinning at its brightest
Before you hit the cold, damp earth.
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"Down, but not out, and far from done." - Incubus
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Mint Raver
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