09-15-2020, 11:28 AM
From the pressing strings of my seat,
I once told my dearest,
if I were to awake to your absence,
or struggle out of bed midafternoon in a home aside from ours,
The dawn will have lost its purpose.
And in every sky touching building, and passersby I’d see
the dust covered shrapnel and rubble of our fallen acquaintance.
The blocks and foundation hereafter, shall contain no balance,
as my infant body will tremble in fright,
constructing a new tower in the shadowed corner of a classroom,
away from restless boys who find enjoyment in striking sandcastles with their feet.
Our stories create envy in the hearts of ant-like figures who pray,
Hopeless and hateful, looking up from the ground,
I look down and I say,
if it is not you that I hold, there is no reason having anyone else around.
(new to the website, tell me what you think!)
I once told my dearest,
if I were to awake to your absence,
or struggle out of bed midafternoon in a home aside from ours,
The dawn will have lost its purpose.
And in every sky touching building, and passersby I’d see
the dust covered shrapnel and rubble of our fallen acquaintance.
The blocks and foundation hereafter, shall contain no balance,
as my infant body will tremble in fright,
constructing a new tower in the shadowed corner of a classroom,
away from restless boys who find enjoyment in striking sandcastles with their feet.
Our stories create envy in the hearts of ant-like figures who pray,
Hopeless and hateful, looking up from the ground,
I look down and I say,
if it is not you that I hold, there is no reason having anyone else around.
(new to the website, tell me what you think!)