via KINGOFWALLPAPERS.COM There’s never been a night I wanted to whisper in your ear moreThan I did last night.I wanted to shape the cold breeze,And the pattering rain,And open your mind to mine. I want to lay my thoughts out like a morbid canvas;Spread the brain,Press out the creases,And show you the vivid colours swirling …
My skin crawlsmy face fallsmy heart shrinks;You’re at it again. Your voice unheardyour tales unreadthe laughs unshared;You’re at it again. Shame floods my beingdarkness veils my worlddoubts storm my heart;You’re at it again. I beg and hagglecoax and seduce;How could yoube at it again?! The eyes have bled,the heart has cried,the soul has echoed…Enough. I …
The Fountain is dancing to the beat and I watch it cheerfully.It sways to the left, right, and into my shallow hilarity.I never laughed that way to such, there must be some magic to it.And so, it waves here and there, and I, giggling from ear to ear. The Fountain is dancing to the beat …
gone!
This is not a poem
Every bone, though not broken
sticks out sorely.
As the angry sun raged through
the dusty afternoon
I have sat here for long observing
how the hot air never flows
Nothing every flows in here, tbh
– not me and surely not you.
As I leave for the last time
I’m not sure anybody else knows
It’s a quiet goodbye and I’m sorry
but I wish I were sorrier.
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