So to can't fall loose.
So it can't breathe the in's and out's of Men's fickle truths;
So I don't have to hide or soothe.
My heart is a head tilted down,
A flower wilted and drowned.
A solemn division for attention,
Never found.
A weeping epitome
Having lost it's sound.
It is a scream only full of silence,
A desperation knowing no mirror-
What is in me, a disturbing distance
Of having no love returned here.
My value, a bird unreturned to it's nest,
My discipline, the meeting of the rest
I'm walking, walking a shoreline
With only ghosts of love as my past.
Even the faces of trust,
An illusion of shattered dust
Even my faces of Love,
A seizing of rust.
Summer to Autumn
Promise of Sun, unengaged
Temperatures of Warmth
Quickly turning to Haze
My Shoreline, chilly, and so longingly of the deep
I am alone here again once more
Just a Future, a chill, and me.
In the black blue against the sea,
It is not that all is lost..
But I was beginning to Love once more,
And even that's been lost.
One set of prints in the sand,
One thing taken once more...
So used to being taken for what I have,
As quickly as it slips out the door.
So maybe, If just to tie my heart in a noose,
And no more can be taken of...
As a man promises to love a flower,
But how easily Plucked, then given up.
Never knowing,
Never knowing,
Any damage left and done
As if locked away, to be forgotten so, something in me fades
A promise of Love, never honored
A tempest of mascarades.
So what was love,
But a loss of all,
A fire set ablaze,
Unmet and matched
And consuming all
As a spark one neglected to tame.
As easy it was to start something so,
I watched him walk away..
Leaving me in desperation so,
As I burned and caught all in flame.
And yet in a center of Ash,
The dust of condition, my heart still remains-
A pheonix so, but I wonder still,
If to procure death through rope, stead of flame.
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