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Her blood is on my hands Just a child, so pure & clean Unaware of the insolence of man Not knowing life is seldom what its seems
By The Girl in Grey12 days ago in Poets
The seasons dance onto a new floor The sun and the moon remain the same In the familiar pattern the year before With different leaves falling on a new name
By The Girl in Grey2 months ago in Poets
I still find myself reaching for the phone Between liquored thoughts for your voice I've been in the sky & I'm no longer alone
By The Girl in Greyabout a year ago in Poets
Each time we meet, it's a new song The sea is a siren that calls us If I leave land, my soul will be gone But how could human ears ignore the call?
Escape is my only savior at the moment I pile up the ashes of my own doing I would've started long ago, had I known it The pleasure of cold air and coffee brewing
The leaves are finally morphing Exchanging their greens for reds & yellows The air has cooled to be calm in the morning Summer sun turns light to mellow
By The Girl in Grey2 years ago in Poets
She dreams of the stage at a 9 to 5 Dreams of characters a little more alive Where diamond dust is swept into the eyes A place where angels go to rest & hide
I like to think Your voice comes in whispers Falling on my face like shadows in the breeze Designed and laced with sovereign lights and fixtures
The waves clash and collide with the bottom of burnt feet The ocean singing her sad songs just for me She says quietly, "daughter, it's finally time to retreat"
Fire faces in the back of my mind Here and there, out in the winter of the world I took a step on the ledge of the tiring kind
The last drip of my mortality bled onto the concrete I said goodbye to the life that bound my feet Lost between monstrous lies so discreet
By The Girl in Grey3 years ago in Poets
I left my heart in Central Cemetery Packed it tight & lie atop black roses It would take a hero and a half to get to me I hope he arrives before the century closes