our nights were divine cities floating in faraway places
looking out over the edge of insanity
the moon was torn to cinders in ceremonial light
ruptured hearts carried by thunderous waves
I found myself lost on page 7 of the book
you're biting your nails again and looking away
another bad habit, another bad day
youth and decay
youth and decay
our shoulders meet and our shirts get stained
by a thousand tears of weeping children
youth and decay
youth and decay
you come home late and it doesn't feel the same
this emptiness growing inside
youth and decay
youth and decay
our nights were divine cities floating in faraway places
looking out over the edge of insanity
the moon was torn to cinders in ceremonial light
ruptured hearts carried by thunderous waves
I found myself lost on page 7 of the book
you're biting your nails again and looking away
another bad habit, another bad day
youth and decay
youth and decay
I saw you sleeping peacefully in an ocean
drifting by was your shadow's grace
youth and decay
youth and decay.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
really like your purposed use
of repetition, to add
a different depth, aside
the wisdom of your poetry..
brilliantly realised!
thanks for sharing, dear poet
(still
at least you made it, to page 7
some
get lost, seven syllables
in...)
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