There was an old saying that used to always slip through my mind from time to time
And although I can’t remember it now,
I can remember what I used to see when I thought about it -
But then I’d be lying.
That’s not a good way to begin a conversation
Is it?
Lying. Such a fickle thing.
My thoughts are always flowing, always surrounding me
As they translate into things around me -
Materialize
And I etch my fingers across it,
But there’s nothing there.
An empty vase is not a metaphor
For a heart without love completing it
For flowers
Can do damage
Their thorns against the pure glass.
Just like empty thoughts and verses
Can damage the human soul
My soul
A singular soul
& simply dissipate
Into the vastness of the void
Empty and no less barren.
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 9:30 AM UTC
There was an old saying that used to always slip through my mind from time to time
And although I can’t remember it now,
I can remember what I used to see when I thought about it -
But then I’d be lying.
That’s not a good way to begin a conversation
Is it?
Lying. Such a fickle thing.
My thoughts are always flowing, always surrounding me
As they translate into things around me -
Materialize
And I etch my fingers across it,
But there’s nothing there.
An empty vase is not a metaphor
For a heart without love completing it
For flowers
Can do damage
Their thorns against the pure glass.
Just like empty thoughts and verses
Can damage the human soul
My soul
A singular soul
& simply dissipate
Into the vastness of the void
Empty and no less barren.
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