i wove
my thoughts
of you
like vibrant yarn

turned every
slight feeling
into
something lovely

this tapestry,
complete in
its imperfections
displayed my love

but,

as i sew
yarn gets tangled
in its own web

i wait and ponder
as i hope to feel your
beauty again
will i ever feel your beauty again?

red
yellow
green

the lights flash
dully

on the quiet serenity of
the streets

the sea
of darkness on the
midnight scene

sad eyes
hide amongst the trees
waiting

those eyes
do not draw attention

they seek no gratification

they wish
to be forgotten under
those forsaken willows

these pale
sad spheres
brighten one time
a day

age will come
their time will
fade

they sing souless
songs
like lost silver lilies
in the koi ponds

red
yellow
green

another day dawns again
no hope no more feelings
a troubled world
remains until the very end
(shåi)

she's a song
you'll never hear
because you never listened.

Whether you fall in love with a poem or not
greatly depends on how you read it.

there’s a
thorn
stuck inside
my chest,
it throbs in pain
every ****
time when
someone says
your name


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