As far as I remember
You came in a dream
Washing your blonde hair
Causing quite a scene.

No words left to swallow
No swords left to fall on
I thought you looked nice
But what the hell do I know right.

Cold september evening
Under friday night lights.
A family affair
A quiet kiss goodnight.

A bullet through my stomach
Coming through my spine.
Feeling dead as air.
Feeling cold as ice.

Never learnt my lesson
Not sure what it was
What I was supposed to learn
What I should overcome.

Anytime I’m anywhere
I always see the same
Pictures on the wall.
Things I gotta take

And I’d beg for your forgiveness
If I was certain I was wrong.
But somewhere in these pages
Is my secret siren song

All that I have
Is all that I shared
I pray someday you hear this
I pray someday you care

I know it can’t be me
I think I understand
How I could love a girl
And how she could **** a man.

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A tale of silence
Wondering, the use of quill

Mystic Ink, saved
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Being, behind the words  
Feels a sublime ease  
With a calm memory  
A sense of being alive    
In no Man’s land  
Subscribing a new world order  
With a sacred realm  
Encrypted hope    
Where,  
The soul speaks    
The Heart listens  
An Ancient script,    
In a native tongue  
    
Don’t get it, Regardless?  
A native tongue,  
Same syllable,  
Stammer astray  
    
Misspelled, misunderstood    
Those celestial pieces  
Being, gracefully rude
Phenomenal,  
All in Innocence.

We taste distance
And moments keep dropping
Little by little
From our melting hands.

Stories on your skin
Like a room full of silhouettes
Escape my touch.

Silence stands between us
Revealing an unknown script.
We read to us life.

Pointed sounds escape
as the tip of a pen
captures muted agony
thundering onto paper
leaving only humanity to
contemplate the value
of the script
before them