There comes a time when it's no longer about me or you.
For some reason, let today be the beginning of that time.
Now on, we are forgotten memories. lost dreams. shredded ideas. aimless conversations. half read books. we are faded colors. unfinished poems
We are a life that's going no where. static, stochastic
Now on, we are no longer us/
Like bodies flung apart..illusions torn apart. whims unexcused. sleepless nights
Unshed tears. suppressed sighs
We are a cold unfeeling night. the realization, of a deep loss. Loss of a thing that probably never was.
We're a crumbling house of cards. Shrinking into each other, enveloped by vacuum
You and I are an unfinished poem. A meaningless poem. Just like this one
For some reason, let today be the beginning of that time.
Now on, we are forgotten memories. lost dreams. shredded ideas. aimless conversations. half read books. we are faded colors. unfinished poems
We are a life that's going no where. static, stochastic
Now on, we are no longer us/
Like bodies flung apart..illusions torn apart. whims unexcused. sleepless nights
Unshed tears. suppressed sighs
We are a cold unfeeling night. the realization, of a deep loss. Loss of a thing that probably never was.
We're a crumbling house of cards. Shrinking into each other, enveloped by vacuum
You and I are an unfinished poem. A meaningless poem. Just like this one
5 comments:
This is lovely. :)
Some poems need to stay unfinished because sometimes its too painful to live out the entire experience.
As usual I loved the read!
The cold exterior of detachment clashes beautifully with the undercurrent of hopelessness..... It was anything but meaningless !!
This is a masterpiece !
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