Ive neglected you.
Hiding soul from ashed excitement
having once been a fierce blaze.
But now I'm here...
finding that highs are evanescent;
a fugacious, dalliance.
And i,
the common denominator holding
all these riddles where they lie,
am simply trying to grasp this intangible
beauty by strength of hand.
Yet it is in fact something like fine sand.
If you burn it too hot, it transforms into glass.
Sharp
Edgy
Glass
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 3:25 AM UTC
Ive neglected you.
Hiding soul from ashed excitement
having once been a fierce blaze.
But now I'm here...
finding that highs are evanescent;
a fugacious, dalliance.
And i,
the common denominator holding
all these riddles where they lie,
am simply trying to grasp this intangible
beauty by strength of hand.
Yet it is in fact something like fine sand.
If you burn it too hot, it transforms into glass.
Sharp
Edgy
Glass
Life. Youth. Love. A moments bliss.
A riddle for all things that fade in due time.
More reflective than depressive.
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