(n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence
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Why'd you move away?
To someplace that I would never know.
Was I just your upholstered stowaway?
Or a footprint easily buried away in the snow?
Why is time a venal robber?
Stealing scrapped memories that
were left unattended by.
Why couldn't you have stayed forever?
And maybe I wouldn't depend on your
scarced lullabies.
Why did you leave me?
In our house of mystical fantasies.
Take care my love,
For you were my sweet deity.
I'd always remember your benevolent tug,
While holding the key to my barricaded lock,
And I wish I could vanish into the fog,
When they say "time of death: 10 o'clock".
YOU ARE READING
sonder
Poetry(poetry) / (n.) the realization that each random passerby is living a life a vivid and complex as your own. all i can say is, the world has a mind of its own, and this poetry book is a whole multitude away.
