• Stardust

    by  • February 12, 2017 • * Safe for Work *, Waxing Poetic • 1 Comment

    ?Never amounts to anything,

    Besides loose smiles, fraudulent talk, and grins that cheeks can’t even hold.
    Or so they say.
    Fate was cemented between the eyelids,
    And coursed as a river through veins
    And supplied oxygen to cauterized veins
    Never amounts to anything,
    Besides goosebumps, and bombshells,
    And the truth tucked gently into the night,
    Where a loner slinks toes and knuckles
    Into cold sheets,
    Praying for warmth again with atheists hands.
    There was always meaning held,
    Preserved, rectified
    Regurgitated at every encounter.
    As if loose smiles finally broke their seams.

    One Response to Stardust

    1. Bella
      February 12, 2017 at 3:20 pm

      I really like that.

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