Prompt response.
Since my game is dead, this will for the moment be transformed into a space for poetry and writing. Or maybe I'll make the change permanent or just get another livejournal for this stuff, but anyways...this is a response to a prompt by
all_unwritten, who is kind of a "prompt a day" type of community. The prompt was "around the corner" today.
In your face, outside the door, under the streetlight...I can see the end of it. The scarf you wear around your head is red-warning signs. Too often we ignore these warning signs.
And when you leave, when the things I see in everything we do finally come to pass, will I be shocked despite all the warnings? Despite the fact that every time you speak I hold my breath because I know, I know that the words that come out will be a denial. Yes, I think despite this I will be cut deeply. Despite this I think that I will cry.
In your face, outside the door, under the streetlight, you tell me you don't love me any more. And I've seen it coming for years, but as you disapear forever around the corner I can feel those tears I expected to come down my face.
all_unwritten, who is kind of a "prompt a day" type of community. The prompt was "around the corner" today.
In your face, outside the door, under the streetlight...I can see the end of it. The scarf you wear around your head is red-warning signs. Too often we ignore these warning signs.
And when you leave, when the things I see in everything we do finally come to pass, will I be shocked despite all the warnings? Despite the fact that every time you speak I hold my breath because I know, I know that the words that come out will be a denial. Yes, I think despite this I will be cut deeply. Despite this I think that I will cry.
In your face, outside the door, under the streetlight, you tell me you don't love me any more. And I've seen it coming for years, but as you disapear forever around the corner I can feel those tears I expected to come down my face.