Current Mood: Contemplative
Music Playing: Postal Service, Give Up
Two sides
To her,
We bond, break,
Unavoidably drift apart
On broken saucer
To me,
Love conquers,
Battling on eyelids,
Lamenting “we.”
At best,
Words don’t matter.
Float like ashes,
With no place to rest.
Yesterday,
Blood drawn from heart,
Extracted life,
Sighs taking life away.
Today,
Re-invention governs:
Organs, fortune, clocks,
Recover time and re-pay.
