I trespassed into the woods
following the fragrance of a wildflower.
There was a spring of silence, birds,
and tall trees; silent indeed only
the winds sounded silent,
once I found her, she whispered...
Are you feeling dark and gloomy?
Black and empty as a dusty chalkboard?
Spooky like foggy lights falling along leaves?
Did you paint your walls with
Broken crayons?
Do you remember when we lay beside
each other, bodies warmed by darkness?
A lonely ache knocks. Asks how
far I will go to find you in me.
When everything cloaked in silence?
Wounds will heal as time flies
Call me melancholy
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 5:42 AM UTC
I trespassed into the woods
following the fragrance of a wildflower.
There was a spring of silence, birds,
and tall trees; silent indeed only
the winds sounded silent,
once I found her, she whispered...
Are you feeling dark and gloomy?
Black and empty as a dusty chalkboard?
Spooky like foggy lights falling along leaves?
Did you paint your walls with
Broken crayons?
Do you remember when we lay beside
each other, bodies warmed by darkness?
A lonely ache knocks. Asks how
far I will go to find you in me.
When everything cloaked in silence?
Wounds will heal as time flies
Call me melancholy
