songwriters

walden freeman

small as whispers pervading our lips and silence understood for miles
a time traveled
twice as long, half the sorrow
of original time
original sin on my scalp i rinse in vain
solitude my ears can perceive
finally

dear songwriters,
stick to writing songs
stick to walls, a fly
eyes shattering more every second
every breath a new ghost in winter air!

dear songwriters,
preach the chorus to the choir
hook us in sequence, a moving sea
none too individual to be more than a fish
with no ears and an open mouth

love,
everlasting legions and leagues on strike

CHANGEinWAVES

walden freeman wrote:

small as whispers pervading our lips and silence understood for miles

so nice:)
as is the entire piece.

walden freeman

Why thank you.