Useless wordsMy words don’t really work for me If the point of words is to say what you feel; Since Sexton says A poet feels too much.Useless words
But mine have lost
Their momentum. Wings clipped, Knocked off course, They Fall Into my outstretched palm, Cold, Black, And dead. My words now are flat and useless, So trite and cliché. But still I will say them, Pretending they are not withered, Pretending this point is a new one. I love you. I’ll miss you. Goodbye.
Stay by me
hiddenThe QueenYou take it in your palms and it vibrates, Vibrates, not beats as it should. It’s faster then beating, harder then fluttering. You could squeeze, You could drop it, But no. You. You are content just holding it. Putting it back when you’re done, Assured of its worth & ownership. And I?The Queen
I did not offer you this prize, didn’t tease it in front of you. But no, I made no move to stop you either. Although I never intended for you to have this thing, That must be why we both stare at it, My face of quiet stars, Yours of quiet amusement You taunt
Fall For YouMy heart is reopeningFall For You
After an eternity of waiting Eternally Relentlessly collapsing into the wasteland of despair Like stars Falling from the heavens Into this hateful world
Pain and torment belong to me Yet you do not...
I love you with all of my soul But it’s dangerous for me Because my heart has always belonged to me
Yet I now entrust it to you.
I hope you keep it safe. Please be cautious For it is as fragile as that porcelain doll I used to play with as a child
This could end tragically… &nbs
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so, is that what you call a "get-a-way"?
I knew I should've saved it, but it felt creepy so i didn't. damn...
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