Post by soulfir3 on Jan 27, 2007 16:51:30 GMT -6
strewn across the floor
like a litter of autumn leaves
the faintest sign,
that life still exists inside
of this empty shell
scars strategically sliced
across and over
in a hypnotic zig-zag
from where the harsh touch
of a lover
silently, ambiguously
lays a map of forgotten desires
invisible to the naked eye..
but to me
they are as plain as day
their ink stains raising visibly
painful to touch
as I feel them as though they are my own
child like impressions recounted
memories half remembered
threaded together with part
truth and part..
"i wish it had been like this"
bittersweet is our failure,
knowing that my love was not enough
too hold you and I together
a paper heart -
burnt edges coloured with
age into a timeless tint
of yellowing brown
like a litter of autumn leaves
the faintest sign,
that life still exists inside
of this empty shell
scars strategically sliced
across and over
in a hypnotic zig-zag
from where the harsh touch
of a lover
silently, ambiguously
lays a map of forgotten desires
invisible to the naked eye..
but to me
they are as plain as day
their ink stains raising visibly
painful to touch
as I feel them as though they are my own
child like impressions recounted
memories half remembered
threaded together with part
truth and part..
"i wish it had been like this"
bittersweet is our failure,
knowing that my love was not enough
too hold you and I together
a paper heart -
burnt edges coloured with
age into a timeless tint
of yellowing brown
