I Don't See What You See

A Boy With Roses

These days slip by like a movie                                                                                                  

A song on the radio I'll end up forgetting                                                                              

The alluring magic of life, wasting away                                                                                    

I remember you in memories                                                                                        

Subliminal for the ages, every time you're crying                                                              

I feel your heart sighing                                                                                                      

And you're forever young on an unruly path                                                            

Swaying with so much to say                                                                                                          

I hear you but I don't know what you mean                                                                    

In photographs, in dreams                                                                                                  

Your clipped wings are waiting for destiny                                                                        

The day you unwind, unwind from safety pins                                                                                                        

There's trouble in paradise, I can feel it                                                                    

Soaring through every fibre, every blocked pore                                                            

Every bulb and every bolt of wisdom, forgetting                                                              

Bloodshot eyes, dilated pupils                                                                              

Succumbing but there's no sense in it                                                                              

There's no sense in me, praying but it's inevitable                                                        

You're acting like someone I don't know                                                                                

Saying things I don't mean, with your haughty smile                                                        

My body trembles and I remember why                                                                              

The sky illuminated on a dark night is more silent                                                        

Than my treacherous mind, devouring time                                                                        

I wade through fatal pretences, loveless edges                                                            

Quiet when I should be loud. 

 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 12th, 2022 17:30
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    'You're acting like someone I don't know

    Saying things I don't mean, with your haughty smile

    My body trembles and I remember why

    The sky illuminated on a dark night is more silent

    Than my treacherous mind, devouring time '



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