Can't you see how
it's a long way
down
from the haunt of the
stars stop shining
when you shut your eyes.
I sometimes
break my lines
blur between happiness
and being awake I
can barely feel anything
when you speak.
It's not quietude, nor
speechlessness it's
the way my mind grows
into a cancer of memories-
how one potentially harmful
dies everyday like clock-
work can't make time
stop the way you
do.
I break between
my lines some-
time pours into your eyes.
We can speak in fine tongues
and drink wine older than our hours
but when it comes to you I
let my tongue tie
itself in a knot.
I tend to
break into my lines
which is why you could never
know that after I said I love
you never came.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC
Can't you see how
it's a long way
down
from the haunt of the
stars stop shining
when you shut your eyes.
I sometimes
break my lines
blur between happiness
and being awake I
can barely feel anything
when you speak.
It's not quietude, nor
speechlessness it's
the way my mind grows
into a cancer of memories-
how one potentially harmful
dies everyday like clock-
work can't make time
stop the way you
do.
I break between
my lines some-
time pours into your eyes.
We can speak in fine tongues
and drink wine older than our hours
but when it comes to you I
let my tongue tie
itself in a knot.
I tend to
break into my lines
which is why you could never
know that after I said I love
you never came.
My favorite figure
of speech en-
jambment.
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