DisturbiaA Poem by Mélania WoolfFor what used to be Love For what seemed to be You.Incomplete sentences That is what you are Mixture of vice, Beauty and mystery Wounded shapes And erased circles Papers on fire Burning high Breaking slow Bottomless spaces And tanned dots Unconscious Yes Unspoken refusals Sustained in your scent Some archaic stillness The painting I never finished The blemish I desire These are all what you are Always changing Similar to the seasons They yearn to fade And the reasons I seek in despair The glance of your eyes The blushes and the strives Would I notice life? When the breaths Speak your name? And the steps Follow your shadow? My nights are identical The days run the same Am I wrong to want you? Or is it the sky to blame? © 2014 Mélania WoolfReviews
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