They speak lines in chalk and blackboard,
scolded for not following the stars, but
contrarian eyes long for lonely basement grime,
while being stuffed with plastic normalcy;
They search for a savior, an empty ivory tower
of coughed smog and candied pipe breath.
*under a dawn ocean,
we drew coastlines along maps of nowhere,
slept on the floors of skies
we didn't know the name for.*
Their love is chain links, decayed by daylight,
by a sun where only anti-rarity shines.
So slender bruises lace through skeletal smoke,
and wish for life to last just sixty years.
*we're holding tightly onto saturn,
a blooming diamond, dust ring
of the life we
don't lov*e
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC
They speak lines in chalk and blackboard,
scolded for not following the stars, but
contrarian eyes long for lonely basement grime,
while being stuffed with plastic normalcy;
They search for a savior, an empty ivory tower
of coughed smog and candied pipe breath.
*under a dawn ocean,
we drew coastlines along maps of nowhere,
slept on the floors of skies
we didn't know the name for.*
Their love is chain links, decayed by daylight,
by a sun where only anti-rarity shines.
So slender bruises lace through skeletal smoke,
and wish for life to last just sixty years.
*we're holding tightly onto saturn,
a blooming diamond, dust ring
of the life we
don't lov*e
an observation of two people living in an unforgiving world and in love
The italicized sections are not my own, but were written by an old friend.
