every night I wait for you to come back to me like a dream
the sky pours, blackness through horizontal lines
I hear frogs outside my house and I listen closely
to the everlasting heartbeat of life, that touch-and-go ache
the world spins carelessly under my feet
when it rains and everything stand's still
I hear the sky's song
like a carousel of violins and candles
when I wake up alone
I'm malleable and cobalt, looking at you like a prophecy
you put the blame on me
you put the blame on me
with each turnabout, I see through your elastic veil
like a vision of boys kissing by the lake
strung-out and knee-deep in wistful levitation
I prayed we could make it out of this
I saw us in the ocean loveless and adrift
I had dreams we would make it big but we never did
time left us bereft, bristling with monumental sadness
laid on the grass, collecting dust like an antique
I live in books and I calm my bones with sedatives
you say you're sorry but your words are disingenuous
your words are an abandoned ship
fading into a cold morning I wish you would talk to me
I wish you were real, not just a dream.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 4th, 2022 14:04
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 17
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