Nov 2013
No, I say it's not unconscious,
For your Shadow's silhouette in me,
Whose force and face I can't always see...
I don't know, for it's subconscious.
Will you say I can have my way?
Or will you haunt me in our Laughter?
Laughter without a face is a cry
For your Shadow's silhouette in me,
Whose force and face I can't always see...
I don't know, for it's subconscious.
Will you say I can have my way?
Or will you haunt me in our Laughter?
Laughter without a face is a cry
This poem is super unfinished. I was trying to save the top stanza and the title and accidentally made it public, but I don't have time to finish it now either so.... To be continued! (and filled in, haha)
