My tissues typed,
wired and sound
tested
waiting,
a waste for the longing I taste
in my eyes, on my tongue, on
the tips of my fingers,
time
lingers in doorways
on dull rainy days
waiting.
It's kiss and tell and
the road leading to hell
has peen paved with inventions
conceived in dark dungeons,
I'm on the back foot
burning the lights out,
if there's hope then I
hope that it finds me.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC
My tissues typed,
wired and sound
tested
waiting,
a waste for the longing I taste
in my eyes, on my tongue, on
the tips of my fingers,
time
lingers in doorways
on dull rainy days
waiting.
It's kiss and tell and
the road leading to hell
has peen paved with inventions
conceived in dark dungeons,
I'm on the back foot
burning the lights out,
if there's hope then I
hope that it finds me.
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