it's cold at night
knowing how captive you were
listening to your words
now empty in tongues
it wasn't exact i guess
to put our best foot forward
but it can't forget
as a shadow lay barren
we left on a sour note
warring over ourselves
but your body was a symphony
and i, be the conductor
naked ambitions
left on an altar
setting fire to the forest
that surrounds our hearts
we were wildflowers
in a broken down corvette
stranded in ourselves
like the peaceful creatures
and so the words lay
so close to us now
the flowers are wilting now
with tears at the wake
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
