The eternal cord of strife
lies in unspoken words
a fine line that has stifles
the lives of the plain and just
floating through time gaps
thinking of what we could be
If we were not so trapped
by the things that had been
It takes two to tango
but we lost our rhythm needless
because between us, a quiet grew-
patient, cold, and endless
l am tired of the careful dance
of walking soft on brittle glass
waiting for a single glance
to let the ghost of a "winter" pass
but you hold your breath like a blade
and I choke on the things unsaid
until the peace that we have made
is just a house where the heart is dead
~Kngblaq
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 1:54 PM UTC
The eternal cord of strife
lies in unspoken words
a fine line that has stifles
the lives of the plain and just
floating through time gaps
thinking of what we could be
If we were not so trapped
by the things that had been
It takes two to tango
but we lost our rhythm needless
because between us, a quiet grew-
patient, cold, and endless
l am tired of the careful dance
of walking soft on brittle glass
waiting for a single glance
to let the ghost of a "winter" pass
but you hold your breath like a blade
and I choke on the things unsaid
until the peace that we have made
is just a house where the heart is dead
~Kngblaq
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