I see the sympathy pour from your lips,
A waterfall of meaningful words I'm sure
but I'm fixated on the twinkle in your eye,
it reminds me of the midnight sky
The midnight sky my lover was taken under
The stars stood witness yet they took no pause in their dance above the clouds
Now the stars are hidden well behind the sun
Still,
blue skies don't make you smile
at your lovers funeral
The stars in you eyes make me sad,
Obsession with revenge takes hold
so I mutilate them.
a slurpy cosmic soup
sits behind your tired eyelids
A small victory in the war with the sky
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
I see the sympathy pour from your lips,
A waterfall of meaningful words I'm sure
but I'm fixated on the twinkle in your eye,
it reminds me of the midnight sky
The midnight sky my lover was taken under
The stars stood witness yet they took no pause in their dance above the clouds
Now the stars are hidden well behind the sun
Still,
blue skies don't make you smile
at your lovers funeral
The stars in you eyes make me sad,
Obsession with revenge takes hold
so I mutilate them.
a slurpy cosmic soup
sits behind your tired eyelids
A small victory in the war with the sky
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