through candlelit pathways, through evergreen
through pink clouds drifting
climbing through the leaden sky
the loneliest star on earth, soaring high
when I close my eyes, I see your face aching with sorrow
like a birdsong deep in my veins
the worst things always happen at the most inconvenient time
like a calling translucent and stagnant
my little spring bean is drenched in blue misfortune
my hands are draped in wet blood
cleaving to the memory of youth in summer
your head wounded and my nerves wrecked
we hang here, suspended in time
two bodies rotating and thoughts concurrent
beautiful in death, I seen how they washed you
they put you through loops and ate at your insides
like the kind of pain you'll never forget
I see the way life treated you, and how all you ever wanted
was to feel the rain on your fingertips.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Reading it felt like a painting that one goes into. Kinda Mary Poppins like but with a more continental feel -VanGogh, Vermeer and the French and Italians too.
thank ya sire
I adore Gogh and Vermeer and studied them when I was younger
love French and Italian art too
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