To rearrange the words
To say something approaching
Meaningful
There's only so many ways
And what I won't say
Is more important than
What I don't say
If you derive meaning from
The words that fell away
Their echoes bellow
But its already too late
These words of plenty
These words of love and hate
These words mean nothing
If they keep you in a cage
So I choose silence
I like knowing your next mistake
I live in the quiet
The quiet is where I slay
My every demon, it's
Where my angels slip away
With finger pressed red lips
as silent night turns into day.
- Author: Edthepoet ( Offline)
- Published: September 17th, 2022 17:06
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 19
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.