i seemed to like it.
the way you looked away from me...
I started searching the ocean shore
For seashells left by the tide...
That taste of silence bites the tongue.
It's stare is cold, it's breathing, still...
I whispered to the wind Of my
hollowed misery...
Plastered smile
walks around to satisfy...
Cracked mosaic pavements
Slow rolling tears...
The only sounds that I can hear
Are the singing of the birds...
Once,
I heard you sing...
Our wonderful world languishes
within an open wound...
Paint chips fall gracefully
like a freshly, fallen snow...
i promise to draw you a map of your mind,
so that you will never be lost in it again...
I will come to gather you
And take you to my heart...