Almost exposed, flesh and bone, our heart and soul.
I see your thoughts.
Your unspoken and yet, composed words hanging in the dead air.
The words only thought of and not heard.I see you in my mind.
You are lying in a decayed place.
A figure mimicking the dead trees of our surroundings.There is a great strain upon us, our shoulders heavy.
A weight not even Atlas could hold.Amongst the lies, do I see you peeking your head?
Do I hear your faint echo?
I used to.-Keeva & Noa
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songs from the dark
Poetrypoems or songs that we write in the cover of dark, or the covers of our bed. © 2015 - 2016 uta-kaneki