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Tempest
Word endings;
Madness
I can bottle the sands of time (spent)
Hearts lent;
In debt
From [Sorry I’m] Late fees.
Lately,
The smell of summer trees
Fogs my current state of apathy
Aptly;
It’s raining
So the heavens cry for me
Staccato; your stilettos
Echo
Goodbyes
In syncopation,
I am released.
You are as beautiful as a tempest
Crashing through the ocean waves
Loving the earth; in your way,
this is love,
clawing my heart with
sweet passionate destruction.
Madness
I can bottle the sands of time (spent)
Hearts lent;
In debt
From [Sorry I’m] Late fees.
Lately,
The smell of summer trees
Fogs my current state of apathy
Aptly;
It’s raining
So the heavens cry for me
Staccato; your stilettos
Echo
Goodbyes
In syncopation,
I am released.
You are as beautiful as a tempest
Crashing through the ocean waves
Loving the earth; in your way,
this is love,
clawing my heart with
sweet passionate destruction.
Published 8th May 2013
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