03:13 14/12/2018
oh
it's 3am
is it really
that pesky time again
the neon lights die down
stop blinding our glassy eyes
betrayed, the cries are audible
over the sound of the river in our bodies
the clock of the universe
ticks
so slowly
tocks
so dreadfully
ticks
with agony
tocks
as if it's a dream
bewildered,
the stars burst into tears
over the hardships
of the most sorrowful years
dialogue of the heartbreak
sails through the wind of hyperventilation
since the storytellers just can't breathe
their glimmering reflections
evoked by their glazed walls
attract those
who are weak in their soul
and though the neon lights have dimmed
something within
stays alight
anticipating to uncover
a lover
on another night
03:22 14/12/2018
YOU ARE READING
petal poetry
Poetryyour flower face and rosy cheeks floral dress on petalled skin fast written poetry raw thoughts from my brain have a little piece of me and please enjoy your stay
