Listen to each wave
of silence in a grave
the comfort of a lull
two souls forever dull
to those once brave
for love you never gave
glide down like a gull
with a bullet in its skull
i love you in guitar
strum past each star
my room is your hall
one chorus one wall
ghosts sing from afar
patching years of scar
a playlist for the soul
a hymn fit for a temple
if I'm honest I'd only lie
drawing swords to defy
how did you learn to sing
did you fly without falling
if I'm too close I'd die
spreading wings to fly
how did we end parting
did we fall without looking
YOU ARE READING
Albeit flawed,
PoesiaI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
