Your words shaped as spears
Lunged towards me in overwhelming flames
Everything you could ever be
And everything you should have been
Created craters in my bones
Exposing the emptiness
And discontinuity that comes with growing up
South and northern poles
Magnetize within the fire blazing
Among the sunlight up above
Where were you
When I yearned for your wisdom
When I craved for your naive spirit
Where were you
When I need an escape
From everything that’s eating me up inside
Every single night past 12 in the morning
Discontinuity grows like the roses
In the garden of the past
Blooming in shades of washed out reds, blues and pinks
Soon they will consume my thoughts
Crawling up my throat and letting out
The spears you planted in me
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 1:58 PM UTC
Your words shaped as spears
Lunged towards me in overwhelming flames
Everything you could ever be
And everything you should have been
Created craters in my bones
Exposing the emptiness
And discontinuity that comes with growing up
South and northern poles
Magnetize within the fire blazing
Among the sunlight up above
Where were you
When I yearned for your wisdom
When I craved for your naive spirit
Where were you
When I need an escape
From everything that’s eating me up inside
Every single night past 12 in the morning
Discontinuity grows like the roses
In the garden of the past
Blooming in shades of washed out reds, blues and pinks
Soon they will consume my thoughts
Crawling up my throat and letting out
The spears you planted in me
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