a dumb poem
Wow I must be bored I won't a dumb poem. Sorry y'all
Clothed, the anguish and pity hides behind
forced eyes and your tight mouth,
secretly, sadness cuts away at the supports.
You feel the barriers you have fought so hard to set up
begin to weaken and your mind has already
started the inner torment of replaying
this incident, this incident of incredible pain, or is it self pity?
And when darkness finally comes and cloaks
interfering and violating eyes, the stone from
that impenetrable fortress wall crumbles and the tomb is laid bare
-the moment -
your pain is given a live birth, the
bruised cry skitters from sobbing lips -
torn with strain and exhaustion, your bee-stung
eyelids, irritated from the salt, smear the skin of your
soft pale cheek, flooding your sockets, raining down upon everything in
it's path. Only, if.
Only if we knew each other, then
I would stop your tears with my kiss.
Clothed, the anguish and pity hides behind
forced eyes and your tight mouth,
secretly, sadness cuts away at the supports.
You feel the barriers you have fought so hard to set up
begin to weaken and your mind has already
started the inner torment of replaying
this incident, this incident of incredible pain, or is it self pity?
And when darkness finally comes and cloaks
interfering and violating eyes, the stone from
that impenetrable fortress wall crumbles and the tomb is laid bare
-the moment -
your pain is given a live birth, the
bruised cry skitters from sobbing lips -
torn with strain and exhaustion, your bee-stung
eyelids, irritated from the salt, smear the skin of your
soft pale cheek, flooding your sockets, raining down upon everything in
it's path. Only, if.
Only if we knew each other, then
I would stop your tears with my kiss.