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Zoe Newman – (Year 13, Dargaville High School)
Something less than nothing (but still I kiss you silver)
Nothing special, nothing grand, I’m just the needle in your shadow,
Less than a speck of silver, nothing more than a speck of bronze,
Hiding in a speck of dirt, but still I kiss you silver.
You see me, something less than nothing, just another target on the road,
The fire that grew so low, because I felt your winter.
Transparent and you can’t tell, crying you have nothing,
Right here hiding in your shadow, is something less than nothing.
Meaningless talk, the feel of apathy, like a raging river with no flow,
But still I kiss you silver.
As water crystals fall, feeling the crescent moon surge, endless luminous skies,
Everything I am to you is dirt, to you that’s where I lie.
But I’m, something more than nothing, something more than a kiss of silver, something more than
a kiss of gold,
Something, I am the needle in your soul.
Going nowhere, staying somewhere, awaiting the day you’re no longer incensed,
You are something less than nothing.
‘You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone,’ I shouldn’t have to prove this to you,
You’re the final crystal that falls, and I’m not falling with you.
Because I’m, something more than nothing, something more than a kiss of silver, something more than a
kiss of gold,
Something, I am the needle in your soul.
I was, nothing special, nothing grand, just the needle in your shadow,
Less than a speck of silver, nothing more than a speck of bronze, hiding in a speck of dirt.
But no longer shall I
Kiss you silver
