-sapphiremoon

trying a different marketing technique

theoracularpoet

Hello dear! 
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-sapphiremoon

she died,
          but it’s never a sad thing
          death takes
          but “oh, the life she brings.” (someday i will stop saying this XD) 
          
          she breathed 
          the life into our sorrows
          
          and so, i can offer these words
          here’s a rebirth 
          
          there no hint or moment to miss
          here’s this 
          
          a subtle conversation piece 
          
          “where have you been?” confusion. 
          
          “‘Dunno, but i’m home now.” smile, maybe a shrug, she seems more relieved than mourning. 
          
          my red shirt, her gloomy room. pink essence. she’s older now. we both see.
          
          “me too.” goofy laugh. 
          
          we both see.

-sapphiremoon

maybe you’ll laugh and roll your eyes and say, “how dramatic, whatever that means.”
          
          poetry from a dead writer speaks. 
          
          “how deep.” amused.
          
          i too grow amused and confused on how these words could mean anything but love. but. love is not real. 
          
          she finally believes. 
          and that kind of poetry bleeds.
          
          all hopeful sonnets become a lie. 
          i have lied you see.
          
          i have died many years ago.
          nothing awoke her soul, except the promise of a lie.
          
          i don’t believe anymore 
          i don’t believe

-sapphiremoon

the only picture you’ll ever have to see
          the only poem you’ll need to read 
          the only don’t that i’ll ever sing
          
          until i wake 
          
          until i wake
          
          the words don’t sting 
          the songs don’t sing
          these eyes can’t see
          
          until i sleep 
          
          until i sleep