Timeworn visage juxtaposed
with youthful posture,
dark eyes signify
a soul gone far
from home,
and lost.
Despite your eyes’ placations
the world has cast you
off.
Your story is a sad one,
a missing puzzle piece ,
a sordid tale of grief:
Perhaps deceived by me
to find eternal meaning
in that infernal hell-path
winding
through my mind.
Away! Away!
Save grief for darker days.
Tonight sail towards the stars.
The ****** blanket
voices weave, it
covers, but fails to **** you.
Cast it off.
The moonlit path awaits.
The ground is black.
The air is white
and young.
Snowflakes overact
for your attention
one by one.
In a land of characters
whose empty voices sow
a blindfold of despair:
Instead converse with snowflakes,
falling for you, in the air.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC
Timeworn visage juxtaposed
with youthful posture,
dark eyes signify
a soul gone far
from home,
and lost.
Despite your eyes’ placations
the world has cast you
off.
Your story is a sad one,
a missing puzzle piece ,
a sordid tale of grief:
Perhaps deceived by me
to find eternal meaning
in that infernal hell-path
winding
through my mind.
Away! Away!
Save grief for darker days.
Tonight sail towards the stars.
The ****** blanket
voices weave, it
covers, but fails to **** you.
Cast it off.
The moonlit path awaits.
The ground is black.
The air is white
and young.
Snowflakes overact
for your attention
one by one.
In a land of characters
whose empty voices sow
a blindfold of despair:
Instead converse with snowflakes,
falling for you, in the air.
"falling for you" as in 'falling in love'
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