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starlight
in the moonlight, expectations clung to skin
and lies sunk their jagged edges into a heart
made of hope and dripping with trust
leaving a wound that could not be hidden
by long sleeves and wristbands
in the light of dawn, glass mistakes lay empty
throats that whispered promises of forever
still ache with remnants of burning, bottled love
alcohol vows and poison hopes lay unmentioned
on the floor next to last nights discarded clothes
in the daylight, caffeine eyes avoided like traps
should blissful addiction take hold again
honeyed tongues and strawberry smiles
but the sweetness cannot stick for long
and seeds catch bitter in fragile teeth
as the sun sets, clouds smother clarity
sky dripping colours, world painted grey
constant ringing questions sit unanswered
wanting to know yet not willing to ask
but spinning thoughts cannot be put on silent
mistakes were made, was the answer through text
apologies that taste of salt water and vodka
trust flows from pale skin dotted with stars
hope is choked from sunken lungs, it seems
desperation is only beautiful in the starlight
and lies sunk their jagged edges into a heart
made of hope and dripping with trust
leaving a wound that could not be hidden
by long sleeves and wristbands
in the light of dawn, glass mistakes lay empty
throats that whispered promises of forever
still ache with remnants of burning, bottled love
alcohol vows and poison hopes lay unmentioned
on the floor next to last nights discarded clothes
in the daylight, caffeine eyes avoided like traps
should blissful addiction take hold again
honeyed tongues and strawberry smiles
but the sweetness cannot stick for long
and seeds catch bitter in fragile teeth
as the sun sets, clouds smother clarity
sky dripping colours, world painted grey
constant ringing questions sit unanswered
wanting to know yet not willing to ask
but spinning thoughts cannot be put on silent
mistakes were made, was the answer through text
apologies that taste of salt water and vodka
trust flows from pale skin dotted with stars
hope is choked from sunken lungs, it seems
desperation is only beautiful in the starlight
Published 30th Jan 2017
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30th Jan 2017 7:33pm
Holy hell...I am at a loss for words here. Stark and agonizing this tastes very strongly of truth. I'd love to say well done but to write these words means you feel it and for that...my goodness, I just want to offer a hug.
Willow
Willow
