| I've hardly written in a year...lets see how this goes.
Tainted from a splintered life-string
What's left broken, undecided, not the same
It catches onto a glimpse of perfection we couldn't seek
Wasted underneath a cornered crib
Displaying emotions overrated, underrated life
While sobbing with a lonely body
Undercover, overlooked, they say too much insane
Recall each withering body by its smell
How could there be so much the same?
Why shouldn't anyone sustain life under their own?
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Under the candle's fire
She lay with her head down
Eyes closed, lips trembling, nothing there
but a soft whimpering sound
Her hands clasped tightly drawn
Warmed salty drops work their way
Paced breaths, pale complexion, absence
Only grieving for his stay
That's about all I can get out now.
__________________ "We're running away from what we cling to in our sleep. Through every night the dreams are failing what we keep."
i iz waching. always waching. G*AG's poems -------> Journal <-------
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