#thepointes
What goes on behind these curtains?
glitzy rags
golden beams
mass excess
An elegant array of humanoid copies,
simple smiles
knotted shoes
plastered hair
Supporting cordial conversations.
hollow words
posturing
righteousness
My what chained dogs they are!
Your masters
the upper
echelon
Pity the prisoners of preconceived morality.
what a shame
empty minds
perfect squares
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC
Fumbling through his pockets
Sore fingers grasping wildly
He procures his kerchief
Dabs the edges, pats them dry
And the wind blows softly
Ruffles her strong hair
Tossed waves of auburn
Gentle to see
Sun-lit skin, gilded bold
Broken never, smoothness
Fashioned hands, slender fingers
Burgundy eyes, deep and deeper
And the old form sat ragged
Tears spilling onto yellowed photos
"I'll see you soon, I'll see you soon,
My young, young love."
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC