Waves long for shores
Foaming for touch
Lusting for howl of wind
For night falling to knee’s
Of silence
Only in these thinnest moments
Do I find myself missing you
Lover of guilt and thorn
Girl dressed in abandonment
Singer of arias in the key of
Death
A broken cord
Hanging in dissidence
I was not listening soft enough
To make out the resonance of tears
Beneath the vibrations of moans
This is not another memory I will let bloom
As a black rose wishing it was white or read
This is just to say
That we loved like the bottom
Of the ocean
Reaching upward with
The tremble fingers of the sea
Jun 6, 2011
Jun 6, 2011 at 7:17 PM UTC
Waves long for shores
Foaming for touch
Lusting for howl of wind
For night falling to knee’s
Of silence
Only in these thinnest moments
Do I find myself missing you
Lover of guilt and thorn
Girl dressed in abandonment
Singer of arias in the key of
Death
A broken cord
Hanging in dissidence
I was not listening soft enough
To make out the resonance of tears
Beneath the vibrations of moans
This is not another memory I will let bloom
As a black rose wishing it was white or read
This is just to say
That we loved like the bottom
Of the ocean
Reaching upward with
The tremble fingers of the sea
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