|08-04-2013, 06:42 AM||#1|
left & leaving
Join Date: Mar 2006
you wake me
your voice a warm summer storm
keeping pace with the dreams
i never asked for and could not believe
black blood still in my teeth
as you shake the nettles from my hair
with painted white lightning
underneath your eyes.
in some forgotten language
we now remember how to speak -
you tell me nothing leaves and no one dies;
but somehow the truth still is a lie
and even if you never woke me at all
that still keeps me up at night.
|08-06-2013, 11:44 AM||#2|
Join Date: Sep 2006
hey stranger. nice to see you back.
this could be even longer, especially with the rhyme scheme