#259
The venom shared from the pillow held witness by the dark.
Can this embrace be cancer to us both?
Are the words hollow as so is the bullet just as dangerous in a lovers hand.
All will be forgiven one day when the hate has been washed clean and all truths tattered beyond reality.
Did we go beyond the path somewhere deeper than are first intention.
A ocean may drown as easy as the silence between us.
Nothing knows better than the night .
And her tears shed were simply a casting calls allure .
Smoke rings to the celling to vanish and linger all the same.
I am memory.
The worst poison of them all.
Killing with time and good intentions.
Nobody has a answer .
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 3:01 AM UTC