It could be a void
I could slip into nothing
An emptiness could be happiness
Your false being has destroyed
From the beginning you have been fading
Out from the blackness comes a light madness
Two bits to every side
A void is full
A happiness is tainted
Next to every meadow is the highway
Should one saunter or speedily say goodbye
Your smile is covered in steel wool
Believing mightily you are sainted
Your smooth facade is just a cobbled, rickety pathway
Your love is just a war cry
Next to every meadow is the highway
Should one saunter or speedily say goodbye
Categories: death, gender, photography, poetry
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Reblogged this on ksilion.
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Metaphor …. ….. Empty your attic to make empty …!!!
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indeed! thank you! 🙂
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wow..
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Wordidge, much respect for the class of writing
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Thank you! I appreciate your kund comment. Hope you have a great day
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Thanks for the reblog! Hope you are having a great week
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