A temptress of words
A well-worded poet
Finding the rhymes,
Dodging the bullets.
Flirting with danger
Knowing the price,
Following the road
Upon which he lies.
Learned an oath
Never forgotten
Leaves behind
A pretense of falseness.
Tripping over stones
Worn smooth by water,
Losing your path
Following darkness.
A battle not won,
A wound now forgotten
Not paid in full,
Still haven't gotten
The word and the new
Of the cities that fall
And the people that lose
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- Leigh
- I'm quiet, invisible, unattainable, beautiful. The sound of my voice is your melody, flowing through your veins. I'm every breath you breathe, I'm every step you take. I find beauty the broken. I believe in love, as scary as it is.
1 comments:
I felt really moved by this post. Things that have gone before, things that have happened that couldn't be changed.
It sort of suits my mood at the moment. I feel I'm just wandering aimlessly, trying to find myself.
Keep on writing, Alyssa, I find your poetry gives me inspiration, and I think that in this Blogoshere we all feed off each other.
Big hugs!
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