Hot kisses
From cold eyes
Dead hearts
Within warm bodies,
More bones than
Dalmatians,
And every single one
Is broken,
What if the cage
Freed the bird
And the trap
Is the world outside?
Life is easy
It's the living that's hard,
Too afraid to die
Makes for a waste of time,
The scars on your skin
Like the static on the TV
Should remind you
There is always color
Even in the dark,
We're pieces of puzzles
Our lips; our fingers interlocking
And there are no corners...
APAD13 - 127 © okpoet
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 12:56 AM UTC
Hot kisses
From cold eyes
Dead hearts
Within warm bodies,
More bones than
Dalmatians,
And every single one
Is broken,
What if the cage
Freed the bird
And the trap
Is the world outside?
Life is easy
It's the living that's hard,
Too afraid to die
Makes for a waste of time,
The scars on your skin
Like the static on the TV
Should remind you
There is always color
Even in the dark,
We're pieces of puzzles
Our lips; our fingers interlocking
And there are no corners...
APAD13 - 127 © okpoet
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