The house rings bells of suspicion at the time of dinner
Where is the kitchen
Why does the chef look thinner
Pieces of words piled up like stones
Rebel against love so you don't grow cold
Where have you been while the lilies turn old
Where have you been while the lights go off
Who do you see when I am not there
Far in the depths of despair
Do you conjure up an imagine of me ?
Sadly I think the thighs around your neck disagree
Keep keep away from me
Far as possible
Because I asked and you had no response like you were never audible
From the small distance we had apart at the beginning
Tell me why I don't feel like sinking
Light like a lie I despise the thoughts I am thinking
Switch on the light when you walk in at midnight
And ask
"Where have you been ?"
@beyondcommonthinking
YOU ARE READING
Breaking forth
PoetryMake way! as the new age of self breaks the old casing. Make way!
