Two poets fell in love with words that flowed from the same fingertips that grazed each other’s faces and emotions that fell on paper just as they found their way into their hearts.
And this went on for quite some time as their hearts bled like the ink from a pen until there was nothing left but blackened tears that lined the parchment.
Not knowing… Walls prove unending Collections collect dust Socks match and no one cares Mirrors reflect pain Clogged drains overflow sorrow
Not knowing… Nature breathes dreary pictures Bent branches sway in branded winds Pathways end without rhyme or reason Silhouettes run from their own shadows Ripples disappear on darkened coastlines
Not knowing… Puzzle pieces don’t fit Questions have no answers Music loses all means of melody Days are merely days Poetry is pointless
Existence Is a tired pill That I no longer take It takes me
I'm the sad sad puddle That you step over Out of place Always reflecting about Reflecting - Never doing ****** by a blank cerulean sky That once read coulda
Looking back on it, Even the corpse That I have yet to become Is bored to **** with my life.
You took a sip of me and spit me out saying you didn't like the taste, but maybe if you'd have swallowed, let me slip into you're stomach and absorbed me, all of me, and felt me running through your veins you would've liked the way I'd make you feel.