those midnight confessions
of friends, lovers and bogies
we are strangers in the darkness
romanticising dreams and memories
happy to settle for less
stitching panned gold into seams
innocence in distress
real life on our knees
broken bones without flesh
where what's seen can't be unseen
broken bones without flesh
without the soul to believe
tattered trees with no forest
slurring words nobody says
tangled branches in distress
unspoken words in my head
the tongue can make such a mess
I should just stay here, in bed
would anyone even notice
absence is like being dead
we're broken bones without flesh
where what's seen can't be undone
broken bones without flesh
doing our best to hang on
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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