A golden age is grey today.
The ash returned to dust.
Forgotten are those who reside in the residue.
Forgotten are those like us.
To live and die on the tip of the tongue.
We poets live forever but our words are hung.
You:
Evoke
Emote
Enough
To float
Just talk
Don't feel
Don't think
Just quote
You take the words but not the time.
You take the songs but not the chimes.
Go ahead and leave us sore.
Let them take it all.
They need it more.
They need us like we need the azure.
Soar...Soar
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 7:08 PM UTC
A golden age is grey today.
The ash returned to dust.
Forgotten are those who reside in the residue.
Forgotten are those like us.
To live and die on the tip of the tongue.
We poets live forever but our words are hung.
You:
Evoke
Emote
Enough
To float
Just talk
Don't feel
Don't think
Just quote
You take the words but not the time.
You take the songs but not the chimes.
Go ahead and leave us sore.
Let them take it all.
They need it more.
They need us like we need the azure.
Soar...Soar
Respect the art.
