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Rex Gomez Dec 2013
The click she heard,
A light that spread.
Into her insides,
Down with her breath.

A dream to ashes.
A soul to waste.
A chapter of life,
to her distaste.

When the spirits awake,
not as bright.
The light at stake,
She burnt into the night.
Rex Gomez Nov 2014
Go, fly away, I say
Free, into the night, fly away
Go chase your dreams
Have your own way

I wish to go with her
But someone had to stay

What's yours comes back
Love has its own way

Sometimes the winds blow the wrong way
And leaves behind the astray

With broken wings they try to fly
Falling through, they try anyway

Angels with dying halos find love too.
Don't they?
Rex Gomez Jan 2014
An open eye, a time of misery,
The sound
of the Earth,
An ear to the cacophony.
The sight of unanswered questions.

An odour,
of the fragrance,
of beauty,
without reason.
A smell of,
souls waiting to be sufficed,
a state of havoc,
and melancholy.

A touch of hope,
A feeling,
so vague,
so soft,
the lenience of the soul.
A thought to the weak.

A taste of fire,
the ash to the walls,
of endless arrows,
of words, with no meaning,
but of great value,
and unending power.
Smoke, the denouncing
of denouement and demise.

A treat to the senses,
A flash of truth.
It is my cue to live,
Living a lie.
This is my time,
My lovelorn morning.

— The End —