Poem : Ruin
Ruin
The time between the eye and the beholder is shared by a series of unfortunate happenings. Plans are ruined, pictures scorn and all that is left is a broken memory. We start out friends becoming something a little bit more. Time passes by and we picture ourselves lost in admiration and the stupid love songs. Now I wait in terms of realization of a meaning on why I left and you never followed. Having your chance, you blew it. Knowing that you had a second try at what life brought you, having finally waiting after centuries , it was ruined. The darkness swallows our memory and all I wanted to hear, all I wanted to see, I deserved to feel, wasted. Wasted away like some piece of toilet paper used and ready to be flushed into an abyss of meaningless and empty thoughts and unwritten words. Now I write your name on the bathroom stalls listening to “Tears for Fears: head over heels” , and I come to think on what we were, what we are, what we could be . Yet all is lost to some extent, with a system of touch a distance is found and a ruin will be played out.
The time between the eye and the beholder is shared by a series of unfortunate happenings. Plans are ruined, pictures scorn and all that is left is a broken memory. We start out friends becoming something a little bit more. Time passes by and we picture ourselves lost in admiration and the stupid love songs. Now I wait in terms of realization of a meaning on why I left and you never followed. Having your chance, you blew it. Knowing that you had a second try at what life brought you, having finally waiting after centuries , it was ruined. The darkness swallows our memory and all I wanted to hear, all I wanted to see, I deserved to feel, wasted. Wasted away like some piece of toilet paper used and ready to be flushed into an abyss of meaningless and empty thoughts and unwritten words. Now I write your name on the bathroom stalls listening to “Tears for Fears: head over heels” , and I come to think on what we were, what we are, what we could be . Yet all is lost to some extent, with a system of touch a distance is found and a ruin will be played out.