Remember this day,
Like worn off tires
I woke up without opening my eyes
Under the guise, known faces did not rise
Talk empty speak
Movement past motion
If you told me I would not believe
The life I would live
Ghost of the past they shall not revive
Rejoice the wise whom present connive
Lucid veneers
Through memories, oh sieve
The non-touch of its kiss
Bare bodies, voids of peace
Caprice longing never to cease
Awake still at sleep.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 1:12 AM UTC
Remember this day,
Like worn off tires
I woke up without opening my eyes
Under the guise, known faces did not rise
Talk empty speak
Movement past motion
If you told me I would not believe
The life I would live
Ghost of the past they shall not revive
Rejoice the wise whom present connive
Lucid veneers
Through memories, oh sieve
The non-touch of its kiss
Bare bodies, voids of peace
Caprice longing never to cease
Awake still at sleep.
