UNTITLED
Truth is,
Piercing dark ink with pink emotions amount to nothing
Except missing consequences.
I am the ways dust settles down early in the morning
unlaceing dreams, jumble up into none
My eyes pointing out on how tired my premonitions would be.
Writing your name in circle upon the window sill, see it catches tails of history
Enliven the dim of hushed breath that draw my fear at night.
Of loosing you.
Tailored thoughts take me places
Where I learned from much jaded places than this
The wind devour my heart and carries me through
Where Im kissed by unsettled dust
When my cheeks are colored with tracks of
tears that vomit like 2am alcohol session.
Something just can never be eased
Heavy hearts come crashing down in the middle of cracking dawn,
I am again missed the battle lost.
The battle that has never been won, except in dreams.
I am beaten soul hushed by the breath that blows my wound to utter loathsome.
I�ve committed a crime of carrying you through my random life.
Without a chance of redemption.
copyright Ipong.
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