Author: Faithless Juliet PM
Oh how the dust has collected on my skin sense you left me.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Words: 234 - Reviews: 10 - Published: 08-18-04 - id: 1696966
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-Written Fall 2002-
These excuses to cry-
my eyes have not seen you yet.
I can't see you
past this veil that is
vanquishing me from the locked box inside your heart.
My mind is closed to all other thoughts,
to all other ways of going about these circumstances.
But the tears that I cry night after night
and the worth that I placed so highly upon the idea of us.
I am in a trance
beneath your soul
where the turbulence of tempests and your hands breath bereavement into me
faster then a knife
faster then the gun placed in my direction.
I look for you
laid low out here
as though your hand could uplift me
and not break me.
but my lips are merely sirens
only in terms of you
and the pain that you are getting out of all of this.
You once compared me to an owl
with my hate of daylight
and my paramour with the night
you once said that I was good
to place your hands upon
but oh how the dust has collected on my skin sense you left me.
How the bruises
like a rash
but unlike the other times
they do not leave a path for me to follow upon.