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sancus May 2019
i have ran out of
metaphors. i just want you
here. i'm missing you.
sancus May 2019
the taste of death is
sweet, but you have to have your
tongue be burned by it.
  May 2019 sancus
Someone
Distance
does not
make the
heart
grow fonder.
Instead
the love becomes
weary the mind
makes
mistakes
out of fear.

Distance makes
the heart
estranged
and the world
is enveloped
in a thick
black
fog.
While you
are nowhere
to be found
you said
you’d try but
you haven’t,
and neither
have I.

Forgetfulness
and ignorance
the heart is loud
its beat
pulsing forever
becomes quiet.
You cannot
hear my heart
from wherever
you are
so far away
I can’t hear
yours either

I cupped my hands
behind my ears
trying
but distance
makes the heart
grow weary
tired
gone
  May 2019 sancus
SJG
luv
They say "love is a verb".
I don't think it is.

It's more a cloud of locusts,
Flying terribly to your door.
sancus May 2019
it is the kind of
sadness that lingers, the kind
that stays when you don't.
  May 2019 sancus
Arrow
Waterfalls come down
And so do your tears
From the overfilled pools
Of sadness it appears.
sancus May 2019
you have penned your name
with the stars; i can't look at
the skies anymore.
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