perfection holds a timeless trap
of yesterdays we've sold
longing for the things we saw
and not the things we hold
bringing forth a brand new day
a challenge not yet met
let me see the things you love
your beauty won't forget
shallow pools of heartless nights
calm the tears you hide
memories of what you know
get bottled up inside
with wings from moments
your mind creates
we'll fly to lands so far
open up the golden gates
to mask the haunted start
enter to my body's core
and find what you decide
i'm left here wanting, craving more
you skip into the skies
a plane is all that's left of you
nothing else will matter
you wandered to a place thats new
my heart is in seattle
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This poem has meaning on various levels. At first it seemed to me like your muse died in a plane crash on their way to seattle or in seattle. But after a second read it would appear that your muse has metaphorically died and have fleed to seattle.
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keep it flowing
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