the tornado hits
this corroded brain
and when we weren't heaven's
we were
and are
whoever will own us
but something in my body
tells me
i am a journey
unmade
i would not
but you were persistent
why did we die
yesterday
when there was blue in the sky
and the one's who should have cherished
we were unfathomable
and you listen to your heart
and it doesn't beat
fuck it doesn't beat
who told you there was truth
in all these wanderings
i remember
from yesterday
the soul lost in its wanderings
wandering outside
wandering inside
the soul is so cold
this soul without a home
this soul that is only but a dying spark
and then we are no longer
happening.
do worlds sound right again?
do voices sound ripe again?
do words echo from a distance
uneven unforgettable
we are over
we are not there for anyone to understand
we are untouchable in each other
where did you come from
why wouldn't you stay
why did we mean enough to each other
that here is not a day
when the heart does not break
it breaks
and it breaks
first i was blinded by the light
then darkness.
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