life in static communication
became a burden
there he goes
throwing radios from clifftops
broken language on the rocks
he went around licking tarot cards
to taste what lies ahead
until honey tongue tuned to bitter phrases
- Author: tyler wyatt (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 8th, 2020 21:58
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 34
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Comments1
wow, seriously good poetry!
'broken language on the rocks' that's got me imagining/remembering so many situations:
like ice drowning in alcohol, melting sweet sentiment's and intentions, into bitter words of tomorrow's regret - cause I wouldn't change and she couldn't relent...
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