#600
i don’t know what else to call it
i don’t know what to say
the only thing that holds my sanity
is that i think you feel the same
it’s been awhile since we spoke it aloud
a fault, we’re both to blame
it turns out we’re both too stubborn
which only makes us more the same,
i’d be lying if i said it hurt,
because in truth it doesn’t maim,
it’d also be untrue that i don’t miss you
i’m so glad we’re playing this celestial game.
#601
The words wont come,
when you need them the most,
stanzas of comfort,
write only as lies,
the truth, if not unkind,
at least is uncomfortable,
to procrastinate and pretend
a mere fictitious paint over frictions,
inevitable to dwindle and die,
one may only hope
that with time may come clarity,
and fill the pen’s ink,
until then, the torture.
#602
Oh blessed,
a break in the weather,
a window unblemished,
a pause in the tired, the cold,
a cease in the soaked and soggy,
the weighted, a little lighter,
the steep, a little level,
ease, minutes, hours, of ease,
before the rains pour again.
#603
The circle,
perfect,
balanced,
circles of friends,
records that loop untired,
inexhaustible songs,
films, and books,
wrapped in neat, circular bows,
tight, endless, and bound,
take me on another journey,
chase another lap,
around the clock, around the Sun.
#604
When the clouds close curtains
above her starlite eyes above,
i shut mine,
i find hers,
under the patter
across my rooftop,
i listen to her call drum,
from the eve
to the morn,
i follow her through dreams,
my thoughts, despairs,
all lead to prayers
for our forever,
for depths to merge.
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-Mr. Write