His hands were broken
His lips stretched
Shattered smiles
And vortex eyes
And when she shone at him
Even his pain
Was left behind
But he shook
In the wind
Paper-thin and fragile
His corners torn apart
His edges cut away
This boy
Irretrievable
Collapsed beyond repair
Bound together
Only
By thoughts of her
This girl
Incomparable
Like the first rain
After a drought
The moon on your skin
And the heavens above
The halo that surrounded
Her
Tarnished only
By what she had done for love
- My Condition
Ayyyyyyyy. This motherfucker's back and no one really cares, so I can get away with this bullshit poetry thing. Just a note to anyone who does read this, it's best read aloud, at a fast tempo and slowed down at the end. Like, 6/8 time, I guess.
Who knows? Not me, certainly.
Peace - Cranberry
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