I’m thinking of saying goodbye
My high
Was their low
Grey, dull, quiet
Full of life
Muffled heartbeats
Voices
Vying
In a time and place
They’ll never vie in
Again
Peace
My high was the low
Murmur through the walls
Hymns
Temperatures
My high was loving
The veiled enemy
And saying goodbye
Is my biggest weakness
Because I never lived for honour
But for the low
Little pieces of love
I find anywhere I can
Grasped
Gently
Made my own
Low tune
Glimpses of my high truth
I’ve still never said goodbye
Because that was as high
As life will ever be for me
A tragic peace
Strange happy
don’t you see
- Author: A.J (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 26th, 2019 20:08
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