"amongt" poems
They paint the sky in patchwork
almost every morning.
Not a single glance amongt them as fine white dust, an almost fog, seeps through the grates. Whispers from long lost tunnels deep below the city.
Laughter and frustrated cat calls fill the scattered streets, mingling together raw. There's people huddled in corners and alleys yet the city of love feels lonelier than ever.
Scent of a woman meets scent of the gutter, and somehow remains unscathed. They flood the streets straight from the Seine, cobblestone waterfalls run wild and tall.
As for the men,
All the rumours were true,
But I'll try another one
Just to make sure.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 4:36 PM UTC
I see you only in my dreams
Smiling back at me
helding me tied within your arms
Whispering in my ear to move on
But i closed my eyes so tied
hoping to never wake up from this dream
But as the sun rosed up
My beautiful dream fades away with my love
I wish you never left along with the wind
I count every single star in the night
hoping to fing you amongt
The night breeze frozed my tears
But your love kept my heart warm
But the truth remains the same
I will never see you again
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 5:02 AM UTC