poems: 1,2,3
when was it that i first allowed
the intrusion of your kiss to lead the way?
i yearn to fly, but i do not want these wings,
cemented foundations, weigh me down with glory,
molting silver memories, blinding me,
so i cant see.
and until i find my legs to walk away,
here alone i stay.
..................................
a broken dirty pile at my feet,
has encountered real from sleep.
as i drown within this deep,
my tears blend and blurry away,
choking fighting to find the day,
in the twilight lost and forgotten.
....................................
black and blue for loving you,
how can i know the truth to tell,
where frivolous rudimentry fell?
NO we need not apply,
my ugly poor minority.
the intrusion of your kiss to lead the way?
i yearn to fly, but i do not want these wings,
cemented foundations, weigh me down with glory,
molting silver memories, blinding me,
so i cant see.
and until i find my legs to walk away,
here alone i stay.
..................................
a broken dirty pile at my feet,
has encountered real from sleep.
as i drown within this deep,
my tears blend and blurry away,
choking fighting to find the day,
in the twilight lost and forgotten.
....................................
black and blue for loving you,
how can i know the truth to tell,
where frivolous rudimentry fell?
NO we need not apply,
my ugly poor minority.