Glass HouseA Poem by MatthewDon't throw too many stones.
Your hair moves across my fingers, like a memory that still lingers
Your motion inspires me, as such this life shall never tire me Timeless memories confine themselves within me, moving lifeless I’ve seen the end It isn’t friendly It isn’t happy It isn’t painful, it’s just there Watching and waiting It sees our goodbyes It can sense our cries It asks us why oh why Life just needs more sacrifice We all love to watch things move Like a lake, without the grooves Time itself will never heal It will just endure until it feels Feelings wash away the second moon Ending in doom, as the masters watch Happy with this, they will never stop War it never changes, like a voice that travels through the ranges Despite the feelings, I never understand how the hearings forgot themselves She kisses me goodbye, without a tear I take her hand, all the times that might have been I’ve seen the end It isn’t amazing It isn’t holy It isn’t refreshing It’s just there waiting... Not much longer now And not much longer now The wait may finally be over We all feed on the evils of this earth We won’t admit it We can’t forbid it I just watch from my glass house Making sure not to throw too many stones The glass is already cracked I’ll stand from afar Waiting to watch the act © 2013 Matthew |
StatsAuthorMatthewKSAboutI enjoyed writing comedy for the most part. I'm using this site to try my hand at poetry. Mostly I'm concentrated on poetry that could fit into music. more..Writing
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