Quietly melt down,
high on the past and
scars that mean nothing
outside of yesterday;
memory written
on soft lips, whisp'ring
of the end,
giving voice to the void.
Was it you that filled me,
or a falling-star wish
that came true
in every way it shouldn't have?
But that taste of ash
and destruction will pass;
gulp it down with a glass of
silky-smooth next-disaster.
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oh i relate to these lines so much;
high on the past and
scars that mean nothing
outside of yesterday;
the end is so.... bitter, and accepting at the same time. -
^-^ cute
and
:'( sad -
pretty, pretty.
good job on this one.... I love the flow... amazing really. I love the words you used, and how you used them.... Good job -
wow, this is a beautiful piece. I really do love it. All the lines are quite amazing. "But that taste of ash
and destruction will pass;
gulp it down with a glass of
silky-smooth next-disaster." Very nice ending and also love these lines "memory written
on soft lips, whisp'ring
of the end,
giving voice to the void." Great write. ^.^


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I had to reread this about six times and still don't get all the metaphors. Slap me sideways and call me stupid, IQ of a donut and all that.
I'll have to return for a reread and try again -
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lol...I could walk you thru it if you like...
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