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Listen here,
here, I say,
I want you to listen to me,
these words that I learn
and speak. When I say the words
three words,
they mean a lot more to me
than when the world shatters.
The world shatters,
and people die,
maybe that should mean more to me than
these words,
but the words thrive with
deep meaning
and true honesty that
even death cannot commense without a tear
from feeling fourtane.
The words
are so simple; mostly overused,
my friend.
The worlds words.
The World Shatters with these three words and I
can't escape
their grasp.
Your toxic breath
and your sweet poison that taints
the heart that beats inside of me
a brighter black,
perhapes red? And the red
is so simple,
yet I feel it with so much sympathy I
lack confusion and worry.
I love you,
are the words that keep my lips
entertained when not with you,
that tangles with my breath,
concocting a sweet lingering
poison that keeps me alive
every,
every,
day and hour I am not with you...
These words
that speak,
these words I learn,
the world shatters
and the world words
commenly misused,
lives here, deep inside
my brighter heart...
And the world shatters around me.
 Deceased Poet · Wed Feb 18, 2009 @ 02:11am · 0 Comments |
