soberinq

*I am not a woman
No, not a man either
No flesh so keep shush
Crossing borderlines
Of love and hate

Through letters
Perfectly distorted
By motion of emotions
Spilling ink through papers
I am born free to wander

My body is a story
Of pain and pleasure
Slipping through time
Yet keep sailing away 
From oblivion*

-I am a poem.

I am a Poem

i still see your face
even as the skies go grey
i still hear your voice 
in the morning when i wake

i can't get you out
you're imprinted in my head 
i wish i knew how
but you are already dead