Gradiency was written across your face
If only you knew…
Passion was once a familiar taste
If only I knew…
The sky would sing, while my hands would touch your blazed temple, only opening up for those who defined the meaning of trust and value…
They knew…
Tyrants of the mind, only in depth is what they hope to find, secrecy was methodical all across the mind, blank statements for such little payment, to close a door, means to leave behind…
In control of your own, you set aside passionate wonders for a nickel and dime, a quarter of your heart was relinquished from you, so now you pass away and hide, but I understand…
These trust issues were given to you by hand
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Silence
I don’t remember the day the world ended. But I do remember the day I noticed. That photo was it, but I did not know what it meant until I sat in my darkened bathroom, staring at the newly developed film. The street was neither empty, nor abandoned. It was dead. The colours of the flowers wrapped in that red ribbon caught my eye, and as I crouched to take that photo, I could hear only the lonely silence of a graveyard after dark.
By Alexander McEvoy6 days ago in Fiction
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