I’m far more messed up Than I thought Forever bled Of any “normal” thought Against them all I have fought I don’t know what you want
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
Hemorrhaging hypocrisy Of one way conversations You’re judging me When all I see is beauty How are you supposed to see me
It’s the end of the day Take me to the house of cards Take to where the bards play Take me out to the yard Where we can be merry
The sunrise will never know its beauty For it is too far No matter how much we shout The clouds will never know how soft they are
Many of us do not know what we want in the moment until it passes Drowned in life’s vastness So take all of your chances
In the quiet of sunrise, a murmured serenade, As the sun pussyfoots through the drapery of night's shade. A material of varieties, a divine dance,
By GOWTHAM6 months ago in Poets