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4 small pieces written a while ago. All comments welcome. |
It cant be long now til you come. Ive been waiting so long. I know you'll knock. Or maybe phone to say you'll be late. You'll be coming. A few things need fixed and i can't manage them on my own. You'll bring something to brighten up the place too im sure. How long has it been? The next knock will be you. I know it will. It cant be much longer now. Sail me across stromy seas and let darkness put to light the thorn thats in my soul. Riding dawn on crest of wave my tether to whats torn. The jewellery of a broken heart draws nearer through my bones. Glitter eyes of poisoned thoughts your warmth softens my skull. Tender flesh and betrayal thats sick, hand in hand they walk. Running over waters wake where the swell may take my life. How is it? That every word you say means so much. That they weave a tapestry of unspoken colour yet I, speak nothing my mind can conjure. I deliver messages of failure and scriptures of nonsense but I promise it is not my fault. I disappoint, even myself. My mind a riot, a maze but only two lips can conjure this disappointment. Tell me. How I, can speak like you? Wield that power that belittles even my effort. Your words ring in my ears and make waves in my mind and mine mean so little. Mine as worthless as if read from a page. Your words not mine. If you have to leave, then take my memories with you. Take your scent that lingers and your pictures from my wall. Take your laugh from my mind and dont forget those topaz eyes. Close the door when you leave and keep your footprints from the road. Forget the wind that stole our warmth, if you remember it at all. Take your clothes that to you mean so little, that hid your teasing form. Hide away, as far as you can get from my mind. Leave my heart if you knew you had it. And leave my life, for I can take my own. |