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Dec 2015
what is it I carry
that is thro
wing me this way
a pers
onal belief
I couldn't bury in the haze
the s
moke's the only thing
that showed me *w
here I want to be
a step ahead of lonely
and a wave above the sea
I'm not a haunted being
like I thought I always was
it turns out we are nothing
but the end of what's become
and I am ever sorry
for the purposeless divide
I know you couldn't feel it
but I kept you like the time
the pieces of forever
couldn't possibly ignore
the thought of this not ending
was a plague that wanted more
than we had ever given
for we thought the night would bend
with you and I together
in a plausible pretend
the seers and the doers
are supposed to be the same
without a doubt collateral
for everything we claim
I laid you out in fragments
and began to learn your soul
I'm not the type of person
who will ever let you go
I'll try to find a way
for all the seasons that we sing
today it feels like autumn
but tomorrow will be spring
and I will ask the rain
to introduce me to your hands
so I can fall asleep
before I touch another man
woman
[woo m-uh n]
n.
the female human being, as distinguished from a girl or a man
Olga Valerevna
Written by
Olga Valerevna  Vladivostok
(Vladivostok)   
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