Where are those hands?A Poem by SleeplessVolcano
Thousands of smudged pictures Of you and me Splattered all over the crying river Brimming with what we once were Under the bridge where our love locks Were once eternalized Now, our restless footprints in the sand Have faded into distant oblivion And my aching longing sinks one last time Despite wanting to surface like love’s cork My body turned into a ton-of-heartache
millstone Sinking Sinking Sinking My last thought echoing Like melodious wind chimes If only, you could have been mine. © 2015 SleeplessVolcanoAuthor's NoteReviews
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6 Reviews Added on October 26, 2015 Last Updated on October 26, 2015 AuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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