Monday, August 9, 2010

beautiful, buried and burning.

You can't light memories on fire.
just the paper drenched in the sweat
that caused you to wear your heart
where you never intended it to be.
I didn't judge the aim of your throw
as the anchor weighed me down
and you played pitiful strings
while I sunk to the sharks kingdom.
Instead, I gave off a remarkable glow
I made the night, turn to pastel day.
I saw your pupils shrink and simmer,
like a cooked sponge.
You reached for me with branches,
and lengths and lengths of charm.
oh how the iris of your eyes reflected immediate regret.
I saw the painting of you and I
blink and fade away.
and now you stare at the sunset
longing to bring me home.
cursing the evening sky
for bringing you dusk and damnable love.

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