Incoherent symphony
Wednesday, April 27, 2016
6:44 PM
This Is Everything I Didn't say
All notes Remained Unplayed
Pages
Unlit
During
A Nocturne of the Night
Your love my Kryptonite
As I Swayed
And Bleed
At
All the Things you Said
With a face no longer forging Rays
But of dull deadpanned clay
With Rumors for a head
Filled with
He Said She Said
This
A Typical cliché
You put me Through
Why couldn't you be unique
And do the hard Thing
And Maintain the Midnight Magic
That Doesn't Exist in our Sky?
YOU ARE READING
The Hum Of Existence
PoetryThere's not much to tell, Except I Have much to say. And I Will everyday, So I've Learned & managed to express , A little more in a lot Less.
