Can you hear me
along
bourbon waves,
under
Versace skin,
beside
midnight pillows,
across
napalm skies,
between
random memories
of mine
about you.
Can you hear me?
Cause everybody's listening.
And I hope you are too.
YOU ARE READING
Solace and Solitude
PoetryThe sun tells me I'm alive, and that I have lived. But this is for the suicide of words I once wrote. I find something beautiful about it, and maybe even a bit lonely. I just hope it's calm under the waves of my oblivion. I hope to be the ache and s...
