Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Sparks
Heartache
you hate with such confidence
Your savage, bland ignorance
Was there ever hope for us
Brutal mistakes
and shining sparks of memory
You said you’d always be there
I can still smell you, everything sensory
Pity my hope
I hate your love more than ever
You told me you were here, but I’m ignored
The promises you made, do you remember
Think of me
a flashing red strobe light
Confusion and a burning intensity
The difference between loud and quiet
Echoed sighs
and a piercing brightness
A demons lies in a dark gloom
For strangers you had such politeness
Green eyes
frustration and fear turn to violence
Wandering without purpose
If I could turn this storm to silence
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