#480
How you’ve spoiled it,
the things i’d loved,
the day’s i’d yearn for,
gone, lost, and unwanted.
How could i even entertain
traveling to far away cities,
what allure could their lights
possibly have over your eyes?
And whom might i meet,
that could provide me with
better conversations, harder laughs,
there’s none funnier, none smarter,
And so instead i rest, i savour
the saviour that opened my
heart, opened my eyes, to the
glory found where ever i am,
whenever i am
beside her.
#481
Another day
with less to report,
and i’m still here,
at this rotting port
i roll, i rock,
i sit, i smile,
i’m starting to accept
that i’m stuck a while.
The ups, the downs,
and hope’s disintegration,
i suppose this is just another
unwanted lesson of patience.
#482
Sweeping under
celestial maps
tonight we’re back
under gorgeous gusts,
we slow our sails,
and bow to the wild night,
salute the dancing lightning
under swollen black goliaths,
my heart taps as the Bowie blasts,
and avoid conductors
as the bard croons,
and take in the electric ballet above.
#483
Begging for forgiveness
is just as selfish
as the very act you committed.
Another step back,
taken from those you stole,
only simple apologies
begin to restore balance.
#484
That gentle ache,
the soft weight
that rests above my eyes,
as dreams, and whispers,
call me to my blankets
and bedding,
a welcomed discomfort
that pulls me where i long to go,
a feeling i know well,
when i’m apart from you.
A longing, a joyous pain,
that sits on my shoulders,
and drags at my heart,
as i wait to reunite
with my dream, and whisper
to the one i call home.
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-Mr. Write