Anastasia's Rose

jakobmartyr

I HOLD YOUR HAND IN A DREAM
I KNOW THE WAY
BACKWORDS WE BLEED OUR WAY HOME
THE FOREST IT SWAYS
I STROKE YOUR HAIR WHILE YOU SLEEP'
YOU PUSH ME AWAY
AND YOUR EYES ONCE SO BLUE... LIKE TWO MOONS...
NOW EMPTY AND GREY

TOO LATE
MOMENTS THAT LEAD TO THE FIND
HIDING
BLINDED BY UNCERTAIN MINDS
MINUTES
AND SECONDS BEFORE I AWAKE
TOO LATE
ALL THAT I'VE EVER KNOWN
CAUGHT UP IN TROUBLED PROSE
AND VISIONS OF ROSES TIPTOEING ACROSS BEIGE DUSTY BLINDS
DANCING SUNSHINE

MY CANTEEN EYES HAVE RUN DRY
ITS BEEN OVER A YEAR
AS MANY TIMES AS I'VE ASKED WHY
THERE'S BEEN THAT MANY TEARS
SKIN LIKE INDIAN SUMMER
IS SOFT TO THE TOUCH
I DRINK WHEN I THINK OF YOU
I THINK THAT I DRINK WAY TOO MUCH

CRYING
EYES CRUSTED SHUT FROM THE TEARS
WHY
WHY AFTER ALL OF THESE YEARS
HELP ME
CAUSE I JUST CANT LAST ON MY OWN
HELP ME
IM SPEAKING THROUGH GRAVEYARD AIR
SEE THINGS THAT AREN'T THERE
HANDS ON MY HEAD AT THE FOOT OF OUR BED I WAS WRONG
NOW YOUR GONE

DANCE AWAY ROSE
DANCE AWAY ROSE

anOmis

beautiful poem...