matchlight lamentations
By whisperer
in the light of a matches gaze tell me
what do i look like my dear....
failure
missed oppurtunity?
a regret...
i look in the mirror and see my heart blasted across my chest like shotgun
aftermath betrayed by myself and what i crave fooled into the grave so
in silence i remain
what have you seen
i see you window shopping
and i am smitten by my futility
as i rise from the ashes staring at your experience patches fluttering
in my burning nicotene breeze you just turn away leaving me nothing left
to believe
you're half and half against and both sides just beat the living fuck out
of an already worn doll in your closet
sitting amongst the rest of your skeletons listening to you whisper my
name to yourself in the dark
crying out unheard
for to long
crickets fade in the night as i take up my spot in the corner for my own
cynical purposes
*wipes off the mess of his heart contemptuously*
you know where to find me
yes we miss each other
but you can at least reload and try again
Comments on "matchlight lamentations"
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On Friday, December 8, 2006, Dissolving Poet
(560) wrote:
This broken my heart.. it really did.. I've fallen in love with your works.. They burn my heart and scold my mind turning me to jelly ~Mirrored