Silence

Silence

A Poem by MikiMoore

Dawn's here, to reminiscence 

Grey skies calling through an open land

The rain that's pouring, can't conjure remembrance

Leaving the desert's sand, dry but damp

The way I used to be, was something we couldn't be
It's not you who's changed
But it's me

To lay my mistakes in the air like that

was something that was harder to see
They used to be such easy tasks
this rain was easier to spit, not breath.
In the city streets
I walk around, not beside
The sun's not here, it went to hide
somewhere that's not here next to me
I always convinced myself that I was better to be
when it wasn't you
But it was me

But now you stand to gain my mind
I can never damn myself enough each time
All I can do is imagine
what life would be like if I didn't stir this mess.
Understandable, and phlegmatic
I suppose you're at your best
The air has accomplished,
to suffocate the ocean
No more waves, just a steady motion

I wake up and remember the times we used to fight
a stick in the sand was all it was
I didn't know there was more to this 
then just a small and simple fuss.
I'm trying to sail this flood, why you're in Eden
the rain washing away thorn brush.
We're now even; I can see it in your eyes
I didn't know this was a race, and you're at the finish line

Silly games and tarot cards,
your presence a ghost in this silent winter.
I didn't know I was truly demonic,
and you're the angel in this summer, cold and bitter
your presence a light in this silent winter
I can't damn myself enough
your presence a ghost in this silent winter
You've damned me enough
your presence a ghost in this silent winter

 

© 2012 MikiMoore


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MikiMoore
MikiMoore

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My biographies are terrible so I'm just going to tell you what I like~ I like sims, guitar, harry potter, rabbits, cinematography, reading, my friends, stick to your guns, indoors, eating, netflix,.. more..

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A Poem by MikiMoore