The
hour glass
sits still on
my overhead bed.
I
contemplate,
hypnotize the
morbid eyes of
the secret soul
under my breath.
I
feel myself.
The underneath
of my skin
denies me.
What
breaks me
echo on and
on until I
see the world
stops rotating.
I
exist to fall,
I exist to fail,
I exist to remember,
I exist to forget.
All
I need is
one explanation
why we ended
so seemingly.
2015
Beautiful words!
thanks Sumyanna! π
You’re welcome
π
You just spoke out my heart bud! Nicely written…
Thanks Vishurey! π
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Beautifully simple, please reblog! π