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A Blue Spectre: The Wrong Hue for Love

Living upwards from ten toes

and getting shot down more times than lord knows

But still throwing the heart back out there

Naivety the most profound dare

And no matter how many lessons learned

the tables remain sheepishly unturned

and it will always be again the love I gave

at your mercy

willing yet unworthy

digging happily my own sick grave.

  For when you’ll break my heart once more

at my own…

There’s a tall drink of light at the end of the block. When the glass is half empty reality begins to rot. When it’s left to malaise, it’ll draw closer your days. And death comes for all of us, so stops the clock.

Well, I sit on the edge of the stoop and I stare. Softly but deeply, brown eyes know not to compare–comparisons are odious and tend to impair

more often than not, and speaking of rot,…

My eyes have seen you, but I can’t see your face in my mind. 

  Simply stated, despite my eyes being glued-in a sense-in my immense and self-proclaimed aware head, we are detached. They see all, and what I view via…(them?)I can’t say. I can’t begin to describe, there are no words and never will be as words are fickle and mean to display weak meanings and the things that should really matter we…

The perfect traffic triangle featuring for your conisderation, a perfect empty lot and two sides of a highway. Street lights glare down exposing the concrete.

I am a woman lacking

I am a woman searching

Looking

Yearning

Grasps at air

Choking

Regretting

Returning

Don’t it always feel like going forward

Back into the pit

Backwards doesn’t exist

As soon as the moment’s gone it disappears will never…