Sometimes the unseen embraces all I know
while my skin burns
from the tears of angels
falling continuously
as they face the darkness of voices
speaking within my heart.
I get lost inside of my emotions
and find I've become devoted
to screaming winds
that given precious time
could tear me apart.
I look down at my feet and wonder
if they even remember
where they have run
and if anyone knows of their regrets
after splashing through the puddles
my passion led them into.
And it seems
even if I place both feet together
I'm still bound
to face that old mirror
when the stitches of my life
come unglued.
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 11:00 PM UTC
Sometimes the unseen embraces all I know
while my skin burns
from the tears of angels
falling continuously
as they face the darkness of voices
speaking within my heart.
I get lost inside of my emotions
and find I've become devoted
to screaming winds
that given precious time
could tear me apart.
I look down at my feet and wonder
if they even remember
where they have run
and if anyone knows of their regrets
after splashing through the puddles
my passion led them into.
And it seems
even if I place both feet together
I'm still bound
to face that old mirror
when the stitches of my life
come unglued.
Copyright @2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
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