Absorbed all our songs
to numb their melodies
by repetition
Their magic is lost
and I still cannot be found
I can’t live
in the white noise of our
future that never was
Lies under your sighs
I cannot find
a shed of truth
under mine as well
With all your complexities
you go to sleep
as I lay awake trying
to make sense of you
The day departs
with the blue hour
I exist in the space
between the
birth of dark and
the death of light
We die in the space
between the
birth of regret and
the death of our time
Carefully chosen words beautifully woven together.
Thank you Michele 🖤
Form meets substance, substance meets form. Well done.
Means a lot!
A beautifully crafted poem. Thanks 😊
Thank you KK. Glad you liked it!
I exist in the space
between the
birth of light and
the demise of darkness.
The best place to exist in 🙂
Wow 💖💖💖
Beautiful work here
Thank you 😊
Gorgeous. ♥️
Thank you!
Very welcome.
So beautifully penned
Thank you 🙂
gorgeous writing as always!
Thank you Poorvi. Means a lot 🙂