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Lights are blinding.

So are your words.

Just leave me here.

To soak in the aftertaste.

 

Numbers aren’t hieroglyphics.

Your palm isn’t my home.

Let’s vacation together.

In separate bedrooms.

 

Newspapers are scattered.

Dishes are dirty.

You forgot to exist.

In my little world.

 

Aisles are empty.

Thoughts are far away.

A new resident in your palm.

That I forgot I moved from.

Reviews

[Mr Alednac]

This poem feels like two different poems, the first two stanzas and the last two stanzas have a different feel and tone to it, which makes it harder to analyze but its good to make really hard poems. Good job.

[Stormy Weather]

Haha, it's definitely one poem that kind've tells a story :P Just gotta find what it means.

[Mr Alednac]

Ohhhhh :o I see..