fifteen before twelve,
Memories have been flashbacked,
rejoiced the scenes,
while laid flat at the canvass
taking some caffeine,
with a snake printed bottle.
Disgusted by thoughts,
hurt and puzzled.
Silence drove
this cold blooded evening,
Why's have been circled,
without an answer sprinkled
without a company,
alone disoriented sensed,
questions you can't blur,
nor satisfy one's self even.
and it ***** to know the truth,
that whispers are here to stay,
can't even jumpstart,
and establish your play.
Fifteen after twelve,
I found my self still,
coming back in her arms,
with fresh wounds healed.
May 29, 2011
May 29, 2011 at 8:25 AM UTC
fifteen before twelve,
Memories have been flashbacked,
rejoiced the scenes,
while laid flat at the canvass
taking some caffeine,
with a snake printed bottle.
Disgusted by thoughts,
hurt and puzzled.
Silence drove
this cold blooded evening,
Why's have been circled,
without an answer sprinkled
without a company,
alone disoriented sensed,
questions you can't blur,
nor satisfy one's self even.
and it ***** to know the truth,
that whispers are here to stay,
can't even jumpstart,
and establish your play.
Fifteen after twelve,
I found my self still,
coming back in her arms,
with fresh wounds healed.
(c) Fifteen before twelve - jcjuatco 5.30.11
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