[echoing]

sheer pointlessness. but it sounds cool.

knuckles white in a long-fingered grasp
quiet reaches beyond here and back
dream a little dream
a little dream for me and you
and we’ll see if the Sandman haunts you too

bottles spilled and echoes thrown
broken words that scrape the silence
that were before unknown
bloody hands and broken skies
we whisper soft words and utter soft lies

aching for a taste of things we haven’t known
remembering the sweet scent of summer’s quiet show
whispering a whisper
soft beneath your pride
and when it cuts deep like ice you shouldn’t be surprised

echoing the silence
broken lovers lie
and when they whisper in the dark
soft upon your pride
when it stabs you just like fire
you shouldn’t be surprised

whispering the echoes
silence – quiet breeds
and maybe once upon a midnight
you’ll create a dream

dream a little dream
a little dream for me and you

echoing the sweet scent
of a broken lover’s lie

when they whisper
and their words
worm their way
beneath your pride
when it rips you deep like ice
you shouldn’t be surprised

broken skies and bloodied words
promises untrustworthy
but you made them worthy anyway
what do you have now?
a silent quote
a whispered snarl
and nothing more
but broken words
and a bloodied sky

knuckles white
are you sure it isn’t coming now?
so much to gain from being right
and so little to lose from being wrong
depending on how much you value your life
knuckles white, it might not break
broken measures of half-drowned dreams
fraught upon your screams
where’s your pride now?
where’s your promises
those sweet-scented blood-rose primroses
those promises you promised me?
and no matter how much you wish
that Pandora never opened the box
your knuckles are white
and your pride is lost

dream a little dream
a little dream for me and you

never, never think how love might
cost you, too

remembering the sweet scent
of a broken lover’s sigh

Author's Note

I had a great deal of fun writing this.

Reviews

[Robert Francis Callaci]

I can see why you had fun with this piece- It was well crafted- good wordchoice. You write well- Excellent narration- a good one about a broken relationship.
kudos


my warmest
bob