Smudges up the part I breathe
Flowing cup, fallen beneath
Tunnel sight of broken lights
Cover-up from underneath
Don't make people accuse
Don't crumble up statues
I'm the stick of dynamite
Don't light up the fuse
All it does is separate me from you.
could we break the glass walls?
look up for a second
can't you hear my voice
opaque device, roll the dice
chances are, to you, I'm not alive
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chances are, to you, I don't exist
yet you know the stakes
of knives and wrists
so easy to take
could we kill the silence?
All it does is separate me from you.
Don't try to push the limits
Don't summon the cynic
You promised me, you did
Show the colours I exhibit
Quieten the calming music
Painting lilacs and tulips
Let your mind know I exist
Lingering moment, lucid
YOU ARE READING
Puff
Poetry"i pretended they were pieces of ecstasy, but you didn't even look at me." Puff. Puff-puff. Poetry collection. This collection of poems is standalone from my music (or is it), and is purely poetry. English. Poetry. These poems tackle the different p...
