There's nothing but a
Dark denim expanse left now;
An almost naked sky,
Troubled and contorted into
An painful emptiness
Like hideous frowny faces
On a pixelated canvas.
No longer does the
Gentle intercourse of
Ones and zeros illuminate it;
No longer does the intimate wisp
Of cumulonimbus dreams
Decorate its skin.
The desire for a baby blue smile
Has been violated by the spite
Of a distance
More than all the ones and zeros
And x's and o's--
Of a distance
Vast as the shade of the sky.
The exchanges of textual affections
Dissapated with the clouds
And the hollow lust of
The star-crossed.
What is there to do but
Glance up at the blueness
And await the strike of a
Bolt of electricity
Or an SMS "goodbye"
To course through my heart?
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The Lion's Book: A Poetry Collection
PoetryAll of my lovely poems that I am so terribly proud of. Comments/Feedback are greatly appreciated. Please enjoy! :)