Kisses between
Desperate mouths
Inhaling like a drag
From a cheap cigarette
Remembering a time
When all we desired
Were words
Instead of actions
All you need is the plan, the road map, and the courage to press on to your destination.
Earl Nightingale
Like how language
Gets jumbled over time,
We became two mouths
Tangled in our misery.
Each meaning the same thing
Yet unable to comprehend
The other.
Are we not both proclaiming love
But losing the feeling
By the tossing and turning
Of borrowed time?
Do you ever think
That if they could see us now
They would be ashamed
Of what we’ve become?
Love is a two way street.
The road is in the middle of nowhere, and a little bit bumpy. The speed limit is 60, but everyone goes 90. It has a few sharp turns, but everyone finds it more fun to nearly fly off the pavement. We drove, coming from opposite directions, and collided head on. That is the love I know from you: The bumpy, unpredictable, fast paced ride that takes me by surprise every time.
When did every love song
Become about us?
Each smile
Each tear
Each softspoken word
Drives me mad
You are the melody
And the harmony
You are the song in my head
I just have to wonder
Am i your everything
Too?
When my sanity is tied so tightly to the notion
That you will always be mine
I hope you understand why I'm broken
When the strings of fate that tangled us together
Begin unraveling
Like the denumount of a bittersweet film
That I've seen coming but just can't bear to watch.
I've turned the ending in my mind
Like a smooth stone in my hand
Feeling for any scratch and mar
To justify holding on
Instead of skipping it on the surface of the sea.
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5/14
The world fell silent
But still you dance
With movements flowing
Like a newborn river
Knowing the path
The pattern
The way
But still unable to take it
I took a train to Amsterdam
To see something that's new
The lull of life had gotten to me
So I got away from you.
In the shakey moments
Between wake and sleep
I let loose the tears
That I didn’t let you see
They fall upon my pillow
And transform into rust
Reminding me that we
Are nothing more
Than dust
The words rattle
In my mind
Like chains
But somehow
They are
Freeing.
They sing a
Silent song
To me
Like whispers in
The autumn
And they are
More beautiful
Than the words
Could ever say