You say that you
don't want to
hear it,
any of it.
Not these words
so delicatly spun
like the web
of an ebony widdow
or the rays of
marvelous golden sunlight.
So I guess
you will never
listen to anything
that I say,
since these words
come from my
very soul,
as do those.
I guess I can
never
again say
I love you
I miss you,
or even goodbye.
So I'll just sit
here
and listen to
the sound of your
breath dancing
through wires
and landing so softly
on my ear,
just one last time.
Then you will never
here this crap
again,
or any crap again
from me.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 7:26 PM UTC
You say that you
don't want to
hear it,
any of it.
Not these words
so delicatly spun
like the web
of an ebony widdow
or the rays of
marvelous golden sunlight.
So I guess
you will never
listen to anything
that I say,
since these words
come from my
very soul,
as do those.
I guess I can
never
again say
I love you
I miss you,
or even goodbye.
So I'll just sit
here
and listen to
the sound of your
breath dancing
through wires
and landing so softly
on my ear,
just one last time.
Then you will never
here this crap
again,
or any crap again
from me.
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