Sunday, October 5, 2014

things I tag you with

weak, we hold our hands for thunder
no rain drops over the frail lines of our palms
it's gone, the storm has passed
is what we speak of yet keep inside
walling it by roses, dividing it by thorns
 we say we are both too bold
moving islands away
yet we cringe at rainwater on our necks
we walk the steps of others, not looking behind
not once-
I peer at your face, it glows like a new found coin
glows anew with the past
the melancholic tunes you sing
in my dreams, every night
tell me how can you chant my heart out
when you cannot even hear it beat?

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