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poem collaborations by Poetic Star [sharon] and Aya Scribbles [tiara] baby, your arsenic lips still taste
like winter never ended and
you know I'd kill myself
for more
♥
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maybe in distance,
but not in heart..
bleed the colors of
the evening stars
Monday, June 4, 2012 4:41 AM
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silver
wings on the highway
No songbird can inspire
A smile on your lips these days
And no autumn leaf can
Change the icy blue
Sorrow in your eyes.
When you look in the mirror,
It’s as quick as you
Can manage since
The hour I vanished
From your side in an
Accident that was so
Tragically last minute.
Baby, it might sound
Strange but I feel an
Emptiness even as I’m
Trapped in this glassy
Space like a stowaway
Ghost in a tattered shirt.
I wish I could reach you
In time but you ran away
Before I could even read
What’s on your pretty mind.
Now someday maybe you’ll
Find we can still be in touch
Though my body was crushed
Beneath a bridge at 11:09 and
Black feathers stained
The concrete but I still
Had your sweet name
Stuck in my throat..
Bright like a lighthouse’s
Saving glow,
Your profile
To me is more than just
Beautiful
As you sip coffee on
The balcony,
Acting like
Nothing’s wrong,
While waiting for
A miracle.
But it’s not coming,
Sweetheart.
And you dip newspapers
In rainbow milk
As mixed emotions rain
Down your face.
I know this sounds
Impossible but I still
Feel your warmth like
A Fourth of July noon
Seeping through this
Piece of shadow that’s
Become my home.
Maybe someday we’ll
Find a way to be
Close without throwing
Anything away.
Just promise me now
That you’ll share the
Beauty of your soul
With someone new.
And baby,
Don’t go speeding
Down the street
To meet me here
In stolen death.