3 A.M. alarm
asphalt
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Prelude …
A blissful morning makes me smile
When she still divorces my desire
Withdrawn from struggle, scared of motive
A numb potential proves futile ...
I walk the corridors
From beyond the heavy doors
Of a breathing past
With promises loyal only
In a god’s world
Echoing in a hollow vacated heart
A shear chance of memory
Reminding me of sins I’ve done
My revolver loads up
Against a notion
In a decaying head that succumbs
I think it’s supernatural
Tell me … its love.
A blissful morning makes me smile
When she still divorces my desire
Withdrawn from struggle, scared of motive
A numb potential proves futile ...
I walk the corridors
From beyond the heavy doors
Of a breathing past
With promises loyal only
In a god’s world
Echoing in a hollow vacated heart
A shear chance of memory
Reminding me of sins I’ve done
My revolver loads up
Against a notion
In a decaying head that succumbs
I think it’s supernatural
Tell me … its love.
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because you're so lovable
sit down and breathe deep
love comes in waves
and true love is quiet sometimes
but I'm sure she'd say it was love
i'm kinda sure myself ........ but poetry's more than just being sure