miyako73
05-02-2012, 06:01 AM
My metaphors,
My deep words,
Are now gone.
Colored Images
Fade into blurs
to become grey.
Audible syllables
Lose their rhythm
And become sighs.
Bare and empty
Under my blanket,
I suffocate myself.
My deep words,
Are now gone.
Colored Images
Fade into blurs
to become grey.
Audible syllables
Lose their rhythm
And become sighs.
Bare and empty
Under my blanket,
I suffocate myself.