Dots
"You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards" Steve Jobs
A procession of dots
black and white dots
memories tied in knots
words lost in my throat
pictures of the true love
the sweet arms I have lost
love with no shape anymore
love hiding so well
leaving no spots
invisible, invincible spell
It was years ago
I was in pain,
like today
but I was sadly ashamed
to be me, and I escaped
from an invisible jail
to find my own way
to see the true colours
of that stupid fairytale
It is still hurting today
I know it all and I have no shell
I give all I have but
I want to pray instead
for you, hope that you
still miss me too,
my touch, my smell,
I hope I ring a bell, hope you knew,
I only needed to find the truth
But tomorrow will be the same
I know much more
but my soul will be sore
and I still think I deserve love
But I let you go to love myself
and you departed like a pawn
to make a woman of that girl
true, real but cut in two
and you are still a piece
of a painting to be glued
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