Like a wilted flower
Loosely holding onto the ground.
Like a weak sunray
Hungrily eating up any moisture.
Like a crazy dog
Ready to bite hard, right into you.
Like a beaten piano
Striving to make a feeble sound.
Like a confused whisper
Grappling for the right moment.
Like a lone ranger
Looking for love beneath trampled hearts.
Like a schoolgirl
Hoping for a quiet day at home.
Like a stranger
Knowing that bridges begin to fall.
Like a faded lover
Awaiting the next person to love.
Like frosty moments
Held in the middle of our hearts.
Like molten passion
Ever-growing in our dreams divine.
Like blue life
Translucent, dodging, amoebic.
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4 comments:
Like poetic justice
Writing songs that are never heard.
-M
M - How many times do they thrash it out?
The poets of Never Land?
Hence, unheard. Hence, unsung.
May be they want to be unheard and unsung.
M - OR maybe they've been silenced to it.
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