There's always that hidden meaning
Something behind closed doors
That nobody ever sees
With us however,
We chose to ignore it
Until we could hear the pounding on the other side
Like a knock-knock joke that we already knew the punchline to
And yes the punchline hurts, but that's just the start of a stand up act straight out of our mouths
From our beds
Until Standing turns into the slamming of that very door
yet still we don't acknowledge what's on the other side
Perhaps it's two sides of the same future, one with and the other without
A hauntingly bright and ever so dark future that only has a one way Road
So this is me,
In preparation for my eulogy.
When and if this ends
When I watch you fly away my dove
I'd raise a glass in toast of our childish love
YOU ARE READING
To You From Me
PoetryI write what I feel in the moment I feel it And write the words as I see them It's just A book of poems Maybe its worth a read to you, But also maybe its not. "The fixation of beauty is always looking through a telescope and always failing to see th...
