I can’t remember How many days it’s been Lost in these hours Through deep exhale The crisp autumn air Burns cold With each inhale There’s
Tag: Self
The Poet – part 2
Was it a sequence Of words Drifting in and out Like the last time I tried to sleep Through the Drowning sands With silica dreams
Float Away
I can hold you In my arms And tell you All the lies You’ve been longing To hear And mean Every word I say Because
Common Ground
If you could see What I see In those moments when You’re most vulnerable You might recognize Through the haze Of your sadness There is
That Day
She once whispered to me Of things which truly matter Only once will I say this She told me It is then up to you
Locked Away
Why does this caged beast sing While the world burns around it Lulled by deaf-tone melodies Placate with the newest of things And the prettiest
