Hallow feelings filled up with shallow happiness
tears that fall from eyes burned open from hell
fingertips that can only curl up into a fist as people dance as people laugh
as people live
The roses are drying
Words forced out stop short of being believable
the dampness of the earth chills deeper than what's conceivable
my sanity has been lost and I doubt it's retrievable
Disgust
Disdain
Contempt
Vain
The roses are drying
Dull pain pinches my every move yet I still keep trying
with every pinch each action brings me closer to dying
Forced into a vase the roses sit for all eternity
The sentence that was said to just leads to ambiguity
The roses are dried out
and crumble at each touch
that was simultaneously fantastically beautiful and awfully depressing. I love you.
ReplyDeleteI was going to copy and paste my favorite part and then kept finding new favorites. I would end up copy and pasting the whole poem.