In a silent waking
I wish once to be swayed
Left with empty aching
My revery does fade
Biding ‘til the doors close
’Til I am left alone
All diction turns to prose
Voice but a pallid drone
I am a memory
One lost and not still missed
Curdled at your mercy
Hollow and unkissed
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC