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  Sep 2015 LycanTheThrope
Skaidrum
...
You're cupping embers
    in antique palms
    that were meant
    to harvest moonlight.


Raindrops ghost over earth's skin
   nebula clouds map universal eyes,
   and you're just a masterpiece
   who is best friends with time.


Don't let those pianos play you,
   serenade and masquerade you
    because we all seem to
    fall in love with the right music,
    and all the wrong notes.


That friend lit a fire in your room,
   seven embers destroying
    unfamiliar wallpaper.
    You burnt your dream catcher,
     to cinders and charcoal;
     Now you pray for sunlight,
     all you've got is a lonely candle's flame.


But from the nightmares and windowsill,
   moonlight slipped through
         and in your palms
         you held
         my words.


Fire doesn't last forever, Leonie.
...
© Copywrite Skaidrum
You're pouring your soul out to me
And I'm watching it slip right through my fingers
  Sep 2015 LycanTheThrope
RH 78
I never met you
I didn't take the call
We never crossed eyes
We didn't have lunch
We never touched
We didn't rush
You had been honest
I hadn't been so stupid
He never knocked on the door
The truth never came out
I made a different choice.
LycanTheThrope Sep 2015
These bruises don't change anything.
So why do you continue to  
hurt*  me?
LycanTheThrope Sep 2015
“On the edge again.”

Why would you hurt something so grand?
RipRip
Dynasties were never meant to last
“How did you love her?”
How do I love him?
“No, her.”
The sky is her hands
"Why?"

Scrreeechh
Halted down to taste
“Taste what?”
A bit of my soul
...
Savor the colour
"It has colour?"
Mine does.
"How?"
With time.
"Time?"
Silver ebbing off the corner
“Souls have corners?”
Well they’re not ‘round

I didn’t plan to stay
Electric

Happy happy happy
“What do you see?”
Glass.
“Glass?”
No, water.
Shining to the sun
It’s a bit
  *shiver.

“How?”
Because he said so.
Chilly

“What do you feel?”
How did I fall?
“No, what do you feel?”
With the stars.
“Hm?”
I feel with the stars
“What?”
Past the burning lake
And into lust.

“Lust?”
No,
Reckless


“What do you hear?”
No
“How-”
Dull
“What?”
Numb.
All I hear is empty.
“Why’s that?”
Don’t you hear your heart echo too?

*“End of session”
psy·che
ˈsīkē/
noun
noun: psyche; plural noun: psyches
the human soul, mind, or spirit.
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