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Soaring
posted about 1 year ago, updated 6 months later | 1 comment
Your words...
...the music... a smile...
I see you everywhere.
You surround me... in blurred visions of my mind...
......yet the image is not there.
A touch...
...thoughts of a friend...
...but I feel you.
I hear you in their words... your way......
...the music... a smile...
I see you everywhere.
You surround me... in blurred visions of my mind...
......yet the image is not there.
A touch...
...thoughts of a friend...
...but I feel you.
I hear you in their words... your way......
"for you"
posted about 1 year ago, updated 6 months later | 0 comments
confusion
words that never came for evoking "demons"
people who betrayed you with lies...
... not me!
I sought only your friendship.
endless banter over
YOUR SCENE...
...not mine...
And your plan
brought tears
.......when you turned on me.
"...
words that never came for evoking "demons"
people who betrayed you with lies...
... not me!
I sought only your friendship.
endless banter over
YOUR SCENE...
...not mine...
And your plan
brought tears
.......when you turned on me.
"...
Broken
posted about 1 year ago, updated 12 minutes later | 5 comments
Holding the world... in your palms...
Frozen breath between us...
No warmth in your eyes...
To take the cold.
...and so... I let go.
Alone... floating downstream...
...hitting the rocks... stumbling in the rapids...
...scars rough... open... brui...
Frozen breath between us...
No warmth in your eyes...
To take the cold.
...and so... I let go.
Alone... floating downstream...
...hitting the rocks... stumbling in the rapids...
...scars rough... open... brui...
Solitude
posted about 1 year ago, updated 10 months later | 0 comments
I am...
... who lives and breaths... who bleeds when cut...
Then why...
... people say anything to me... without it cutting straight to my heart?
Is it because I know how to craft my words when in a battle of wits?
That is my skill... but it is...
... who lives and breaths... who bleeds when cut...
Then why...
... people say anything to me... without it cutting straight to my heart?
Is it because I know how to craft my words when in a battle of wits?
That is my skill... but it is...
