I can hear your tears
They fall on the ivory wood,
Your fists ache from the beating against the fortified dead tree.
Shaking hands reach for a gilded knob
It's too cold for you here
No one can see you
But I do
Everyone is a stranger
But not you
You are my lover
My four leaf clover
I'd wait for you when the world curves down aside me
I will bring light to your darkness
It all sounds so nice here
Just no one else but us
We'd get lost in the mystery...
That's what I think every time I visit you in the cemetery
YOU ARE READING
Fight Your Demons
PoetryPoetry from an angry boy, too scared to be a man A paper heart and an incarcerated mind Caged words and a broken tongue The words spilt in the night This is the absence of light, the expired fight All the demons come to take him away In hopes he w...
