I'd want to meet you there,
Where life mingles with death,
The sun,
Squirming at the hazel it seeps from you,
Pretty tangerine tingling your eyes,
Like it was crafted for this very view
The moon,
Kissing your soul goodbye,
Bewitching it's own reflection,
Until it's nothing but a fallen disguise
The skies,
Screaming your name,
Gentle, and hushed,
Like a hidden dash of paint in the sky,
Yellow yet violet,
Until it's all a far spoken memory that cries
And my heart?
Searching for you,
Cascading yet flooded,
With words i've never heard,
And words i cannot revive
Because what is forbidden may come to you,
But what is abolished, can it even try?
So i'll keep hurting for a voice i can never listen to,
And i'll keep waiting for a choice that does never come true,
Because i am a slave for your heart,
But you don't even know me,
do you?
You'll never know me, will you?
YOU ARE READING
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Poetryi wonder if there's pride, i wonder, there's remorse my heart's a burning drought, my feet, a broken hose? glass beneath my toenails, are all those tears painted? there's dust behind the veils, or am i just tainted? [poetry] a third eye aesthetic fr...
