I crawled through the dead spaces of old houses
Just to breathe in years old memories
Brimming with adolescent thrill and reveries
Picturesque sceneries in glass-encased eternities
Withered limbs broke apart feinting apathy
Parched and cracked, my lips bore silent screams
As I disintegrated, filling the negative space
That resides where loss and ache form dead weight
I am the calm that breaks your heart
I am the still that never departs
In a frenzied world of dead spire loves
Out of reach, out of luck, and out of touch
I became envy, firing sparks across cold skin
I became adoration, pulsing and sun-kissed
I yearned to hate
I yearned to love
Do I dare coalesce?
What will I become?
Knowing all that’s gone?
Knowing not what’s to come?
Do I dare coalesce?
What will I become?
Knowing all that’s gone
Is all I loved?
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 10:22 AM UTC
I crawled through the dead spaces of old houses
Just to breathe in years old memories
Brimming with adolescent thrill and reveries
Picturesque sceneries in glass-encased eternities
Withered limbs broke apart feinting apathy
Parched and cracked, my lips bore silent screams
As I disintegrated, filling the negative space
That resides where loss and ache form dead weight
I am the calm that breaks your heart
I am the still that never departs
In a frenzied world of dead spire loves
Out of reach, out of luck, and out of touch
I became envy, firing sparks across cold skin
I became adoration, pulsing and sun-kissed
I yearned to hate
I yearned to love
Do I dare coalesce?
What will I become?
Knowing all that’s gone?
Knowing not what’s to come?
Do I dare coalesce?
What will I become?
Knowing all that’s gone
Is all I loved?
9:30am, December 7th 2013
I lost myself in memories of teenage years,
Those perfect, shimmering mirages.
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