the way the syllables tripped off her tongue
like an unkept secret, or a phone that only rung
and the way that she trudged, without her feet
a colossal blizzard, a war ending in defeat
but it wasn't her heart, it was her mind
a clock that stopped ticking, visions gone blind
she cant help but ponder who she would be
if the apple had just fallen, away from the tree

I still think of the time we spent together
It seemed so endless.
The finitude of the moment
Made our love taste sweet.
The misfortune was-
It only tasted so
once the moment
Was complete.

if i could
i would kiss away the pain
with poetries and prose
for all i know is write
until all the tears are out dry

but i couldnt

i have always
lived in the past,
dragging around
this melancholy heart
looking for lost places
or past loves.
i guess i lost myself
a little too much
in you this time.

When dreams cease
and words become absolete
the devil will have truly imagined