Hearkening whispers that remind me of footsteps;
awaiting them to be yours---
I'm ashamed, defeated on all fours.
I'm crestfallen because I'm certain
that I am devastatingly unsound---
nose stuck to the ground.
I have a mood indigo so abiding it's embarrassing.
My heart is colliding and subsiding to this pain.
I hear one tick and imagine that it's the lights;
a plight to know this night hasn't died---
but it never is one.
I'm pretending its all a burlesque
but repressing the truth that it never is that picturesque.
It's never a picture show.
I dream unsoundly,
and now my world is despondent and unsoundly.
Here I stand, invisible and indigo.
I've been indigo since "my baby said goodbye."
I'd call myself Ivonne
but nobody would even care to know.
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 9:05 AM UTC
Hearkening whispers that remind me of footsteps;
awaiting them to be yours---
I'm ashamed, defeated on all fours.
I'm crestfallen because I'm certain
that I am devastatingly unsound---
nose stuck to the ground.
I have a mood indigo so abiding it's embarrassing.
My heart is colliding and subsiding to this pain.
I hear one tick and imagine that it's the lights;
a plight to know this night hasn't died---
but it never is one.
I'm pretending its all a burlesque
but repressing the truth that it never is that picturesque.
It's never a picture show.
I dream unsoundly,
and now my world is despondent and unsoundly.
Here I stand, invisible and indigo.
I've been indigo since "my baby said goodbye."
I'd call myself Ivonne
but nobody would even care to know.
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