I have never felt so trapped in my own sunlight,
As it bounces and reflects in your eyes.
If this were just one night,
It might be easier to pass by.
A final kiss,
A glance your way.
Gone.
But like this,
The days drag by,
Scraping their heels against the carpet.
Friction.
I wish it were fiction—
That we could stay,
Without obstacles flying from every direction.
Verify your love to me,
I think the sell by date has expired on your heart.
Now, we have lost the art of
Being together,
Condensed our feelings to fit this plastic cup.
So what to do now?
Throw it all away?
Or just walk and don’t look back,
Hoping the other does, knowing
We can never return to this place again.
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Writing more or just posting older material?
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You know damn well you're capable of writing!
I might be a poetry simpleton.. a literature fiend.. a member of the passive audience.. but I think you're latest writings are pretty damn good
Also a grammar fiend
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there's a story there to frighten you... [link]
..but you're gonna love it.
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