Have you ever found yourself quivering
outside of lines
stained
by what you thought was a love story?
Wondering
if you will be swallowed whole
by the window you sit and stare out,
in love's well meaning glory.
Beneath passion blowing through the door
visiting your mind
like those little things
filled with a warmth
you have wanted
for so long.
Often, you find life
is at its happiest inside your dreams,
where nothing's wrong.
Sometimes in the middle of the night
you want to be
a never-ending flow of love
smiling at the hands
on the Clock of Emptiness,
stuck in place.
However, time melts into years
until starlight becomes well versed
at hiding the shadow of tears
on your face.
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 2:03 PM UTC
Have you ever found yourself quivering
outside of lines
stained
by what you thought was a love story?
Wondering
if you will be swallowed whole
by the window you sit and stare out,
in love's well meaning glory.
Beneath passion blowing through the door
visiting your mind
like those little things
filled with a warmth
you have wanted
for so long.
Often, you find life
is at its happiest inside your dreams,
where nothing's wrong.
Sometimes in the middle of the night
you want to be
a never-ending flow of love
smiling at the hands
on the Clock of Emptiness,
stuck in place.
However, time melts into years
until starlight becomes well versed
at hiding the shadow of tears
on your face.
Copyright @2012 - Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
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