In the cold light of the morning,
there you are standing up my dreams,
and I try to hold it just a second longer,
just to see you smile then fade away.
Trickling down my body like cold water,
not sure I could take it, but too painful to resist,
And I can smell the hope and faith mix in blood and soap,
as you wash it down my drain and cease to exist.
Looking into that ugly mirror,
I see a reflection of white kissed blue,
and when this ice heart melts in shades of red,
I can only search for the fire that is you.
And in some unseen territory,
I imagine the source from where your light shines through,
but as fiction builds inside my lonely head,
wonder if I really know you.
Sitting on granite, chalking dreams,
theres a comfort this cold floor cant deny,
easing into corners, shaken, crawling by the walls,
with etches of my fingers beginning to seep in.
Looking past the grill outside my window,
couldnt find myself waiting for this day to begin,
and when Il smile like a child when an airplane goes by
Il still wonder if it were you
Il still want to go home
Somewhere I know I'm really all alone.
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~Shraddha
there you are standing up my dreams,
and I try to hold it just a second longer,
just to see you smile then fade away.
Trickling down my body like cold water,
not sure I could take it, but too painful to resist,
And I can smell the hope and faith mix in blood and soap,
as you wash it down my drain and cease to exist.
Looking into that ugly mirror,
I see a reflection of white kissed blue,
and when this ice heart melts in shades of red,
I can only search for the fire that is you.
And in some unseen territory,
I imagine the source from where your light shines through,
but as fiction builds inside my lonely head,
wonder if I really know you.
Sitting on granite, chalking dreams,
theres a comfort this cold floor cant deny,
easing into corners, shaken, crawling by the walls,
with etches of my fingers beginning to seep in.
Looking past the grill outside my window,
couldnt find myself waiting for this day to begin,
and when Il smile like a child when an airplane goes by
Il still wonder if it were you
Il still want to go home
Somewhere I know I'm really all alone.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~Shraddha
I like the beginning especially...it was like waves...Of what I liked a lot, and what was nice and also how it sounded. It lulled you in. The last few lines seemed less poetically attached as the rest, but all the same. :D
ReplyDeleteOh my my my. I agree with what Rachel said. The beginning was just pure song. It faltered a bit in the middle, but it held together!
ReplyDeleteStanzas 3 and 4 take the crown!
Pure poetry.. One of your best lil one :) Ah i feel so proud of myself that i know someone who can write this way.. I feel so proud thanks to all of you guys.. Missed you loads..
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