To be without you
Means nothing to want
Attention.
Seems I'm jaded...
My eyes are Abyssinian
Searching for red laser
Point
On the walls,
On pedestrian faces,
And none will ever
Ever do.
But to be without you
Means I am
Nothing. Wanting
Attention
Nothing Wanting
You.
Are you in them rivers
In these herds?
These lakes of
Lips
Kissing the silence of melancholy?
Means nothing
To want
Your poetry
Feeling much much more
Than
Pedestrian.
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
To be without you
Means nothing to want
Attention.
Seems I'm jaded...
My eyes are Abyssinian
Searching for red laser
Point
On the walls,
On pedestrian faces,
And none will ever
Ever do.
But to be without you
Means I am
Nothing. Wanting
Attention
Nothing Wanting
You.
Are you in them rivers
In these herds?
These lakes of
Lips
Kissing the silence of melancholy?
Means nothing
To want
Your poetry
Feeling much much more
Than
Pedestrian.
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