.
rusted tin can by the busted body
Of what was once a man
//
What have we done to ourselves ?
•
The hidden truths
Behind
Our plea to be seen as a human being
Who loves
//
Sad the song that lingers
The death that has arrived
The pain we invited in
And glorified
/::/
The pages of our poetry
Scattered in the wind
That end up
**** stained
In corpse strewn alleyways
( our lovers ! )
••
Write on Poets of Love !
Write on !
Till the last of you is gone
& in the Silence
We might find Peace
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC
.
rusted tin can by the busted body
Of what was once a man
//
What have we done to ourselves ?
•
The hidden truths
Behind
Our plea to be seen as a human being
Who loves
//
Sad the song that lingers
The death that has arrived
The pain we invited in
And glorified
/::/
The pages of our poetry
Scattered in the wind
That end up
**** stained
In corpse strewn alleyways
( our lovers ! )
••
Write on Poets of Love !
Write on !
Till the last of you is gone
& in the Silence
We might find Peace