Indentations do not make puzzle pieces

The indentations in my voice
do not match yours.
The lilies here grew sour,
malnourished and unsung to
far past dying,
but still you
persisted.

When you lied, did you feel like
the sun to the moon at sunrise?
Powerful and conquering,
but the moon still defies, you know
you see her eyes in the sunlight sometimes.

The escalation has seceded,
removed down the scale, like a piano drone
and I have known now, for the first time it seems
that realization comes as if a dream, fuzzy and far too close
to understand what you're really seeing like painting memories.

I have found that I do not love you,
and I haven't for timelines and worrylines and phonelines
I have found no love for you in my cavity trenches
or in worn down alleys or any other places the coroners like to play.

I am no instrument and you are no saint,
love isn't something you take up when you're young
it takes skill and precision and battery none of which
you acquire while you're still innocent and sane.

Reviews

[Zach Knox]

damn this is an amazing poem to me
"When you lied, did you feel like
the sun to the moon at sunrise?
Powerful and conquering,
but the moon still defies, you know
you see her eyes in the sunlight sometimes"
that line gave me a chill of delight at reading it

[Sami Khalil]

"I am no instrument and you are no saint,
love isn't something you take up when you're young
it takes skill and precision and battery none of which
you acquire while you're still innocent and sane. "

You have penned a wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing...:)

[Brandon]

this is more true than anyone knows not even me this is a erey good write and an even better read great work keep it up


100/100