maybe_mayhem
12/25/03, 05:16 PM
This is a poem I wrote about moving away from my best friend. Comment if you would like.
Final Inspiration-
Filling lines with scars and bruises feels
more like a goodbye. I've pulled the last
strand from a peaceful carnation in full
bloom, complete with tears coloring the
round of your cheek. It seems to aid the
dying comfort of reason to care, tumbling
swiftly off the static tip of your tongue.
Compassion fuels ink to flow as smoothly as
the western shade of your arm hinting the
tone of a golden rose. Just behind the
skyline resides a stream of light reserved
for your eyes only. I'll cast this wishing
stone in hopes of final inspiration as we
reach into eachother's souls and bare it all
for one another.
Final Inspiration-
Filling lines with scars and bruises feels
more like a goodbye. I've pulled the last
strand from a peaceful carnation in full
bloom, complete with tears coloring the
round of your cheek. It seems to aid the
dying comfort of reason to care, tumbling
swiftly off the static tip of your tongue.
Compassion fuels ink to flow as smoothly as
the western shade of your arm hinting the
tone of a golden rose. Just behind the
skyline resides a stream of light reserved
for your eyes only. I'll cast this wishing
stone in hopes of final inspiration as we
reach into eachother's souls and bare it all
for one another.