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a song to michael
sitting here at the bench of my lonely lawn,
trying to redefine the word "happiness"
'cause it never seemed to come
during my visiting hours.
 
i found a splinter living in my chest
for the first time, i had taken it out.
it felt nicer.
 
and the paper tower reaches the sky.
no thunderstorm could even defy.
who could have walked through
shattered glass other than yourself?

~•~

i sang to a tune that i haven't listened to
in the past twenty-four years.
i rocked on this melodious miracle,
although i've only listened to it eight times.
 
i learned to fist bump on my own frustrations,
'cause killing a mockingbird is a crime.
it felt bitter.
 
and the paper tower reaches the sky.
no thunderstorm could even defy.
who could have walked through
shattered glass other than yourself?

~•~

there's a man with the same form as jesus,
his name is michael; he's my aegis.
the most gracious human being alive. 
 
in a world where the unheard calling is a breach.
my life was an unread encyclopedia...
my life was a lonesome polecat,
scratching the wall forever 'til he came.
it felt better.
 
and the paper tower reaches the sky.
no thunderstorm could even defy.
who could have walked through
shattered glass other than yourself?

~•~

sitting here at the bench of my lonely lawn,
trying to redefine the word "happiness"
'cause, for the first time, it comes
during my visiting hours.
 
happiness comes during my visiting hours...
happiness comes during my visiting hours...
happiness comes during my visiting hours...
 
michael comes during my visiting hours.



© ubik



postscript
i would want to thank @I_Am_Michael for his constant support, encouragement, and sense of love. he always remembers to give me time and make me feel special, even with his hectic schedule.

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