I am like a slain statue
Fallen down from disbelief
Your disbelief
And then your misery.
So I lay in bed
Unable to move, to talk, to sigh, to cry...
you flash through my brain
With a mirage of all we'd done before I placed us
upon the pyre
And ensured that we'd drown within the fire
And I miss it
But I do not want it back
Because between me and you
We don't really know how to act
When we are united, together as one
We seem to rob ourselves of all the fun.
It makes me want to run.
But I am a slain statue,
You are my moldy mildew.
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Engrossed in Emotion
PoetryPoems from the soul. These are poems, old and new, that I've written over time. Some are based off heartbreak caused by family, friends, lovers, and myself. Others are about self exploration and self loss. But most are about perception, how the read...
