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Spelz Nov 2013
This Seal
upon your lips

Now heart
it cannot

speak
Spelz Nov 2013
Lovely night, precious night
Happy birthday comes but one day
Blow the candle's head out

Lovely dresses, precious dresses
Party's started; I'm heavy hearted
But a smile for you shall sprout

Lovely whiskey, precious whiskey
Slowly numbs the mind's thumbs
Dawns skirmish now a blemish
                                          and I'm dancing all about

Lovely bliss, precious miss
I found and brought you one last round
but i can't find you to remind you

to my cause i am devout!          
        
Loathly night, nervous night
In a corner with your former
holding hands and making out

Loathly friend nervous friend
party’s ending, I’m pretending
not to let my anger sprout

Loathly club, nervous club
Find a taxi with just one seat
For dusk’s blemish will be a skirmish
                                                        and we’ll be dancing all about

Loathly sleep nervous creep
not a word or just a verb
so as to blind me and remind me

To my cause i am devout...
Spelz Nov 2013
How far must our planets splay
before they collide once more?
The stars in their cruel malevolence
mock our decor.
The galaxy is of our love, pregnant with envy.
Why would you, universe, allow such tapestry?

The touch of the rain without reason to blame
turns to ice on the shores of my slumber.
Like an effigy ruminating disconsolately i lay,
Never mind all the tears in the rain of my thunder.

My heart does not race yet it beats at a canter
It states with impunity,
with neither remorse nor regret as it seeks out our unity.
Of sonorous design if only it was,
it would emancipate me...
The real me, of composure's repose,

I miss you, i love you...
They cannot compare,
To this mind they cannot express
and shan't even dare

Oh! those stars!
If i could i would make them stare,
I would go the distance and make them care,
for i'd make them witness a fusion so rare.
What they could not limit,
what they could not mimic.
For our love, t'would bring our worlds together
behold them cataclysmic.
Spelz Nov 2013
Your voice resonates in the depths of my mind,
It awakens my soul and is paid back in kind,
A jubilant audience without schedule nor time,
without vision nor feeling, nor scent to remind,
my heart of this feeling i seek in rewind,
Pensive at a distance this place thats in him,
yet pillars your voice doth ***** now within.
Spelz Nov 2013
Tormented by the walls of this room,
Alone in bed imagining your thoughts,  
pretentious fortitude from sorrow's groom,
Guilts' symphony invokes her stream of haunting notes,
I was wrong...

Apologies are spoken memories gone wrong,
Their acceptance behind every patient smile,
Ushers them to oblivion,
But the words to speak turn to concrete when your number I dial
I'm sorry...

I am just a lover, though my story is seldom told,
I squandered your trust for a box full of empty promises,
But the best of our memories kept me warm in the cold,
That and the sound of your voice became my fortresses,
Forgive me...

These words that you'll construe,
Tie tether to the soul of my heart,
Where your kiss grew trees that your light shines through,

I have,  I still, and I will always love you...

— The End —