When I giggled about the day,
wrapped in a tarpaulin, as faulty
as my leaking roof, I
did not hold back the tears
If this water is what you mock
at, I would only smile.
Run my gentle fingers down your
bronze heart for-
all I wish is to mould your vision
and show you my sun
beyond these blind lights
Like a desert rose, feeling your
eyes straight, somewhere but not me,
I want you to see this flower
inside
The hush of a busy road, like
some music, too rude to be played
conspiring against me to
end the journey, and you are only
slipping away
forgetting me, unheard
Come across the fallen bridge,
Why don’t we tie the ropes back
around?
Searching for a
hope.
3 comments:
beautiful!
So when I'm crying alone
Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone
Grow me a garden of roses
Paint me the colors of sky and rain
Teach me to speak with their voices
Show me the way and I'll try again
~Roses - Poets of the fall
:)
I don't own words, I steal them as per convenience, when they speak my mind better than my mind. Hence.
Beautiful post.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
Like a desert rose feeling your eyes straight..Love it, so beautiful..Susie
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