The air tastes whimsical today
It seems so freshso deliberate
But, at the same time,
every breath is wrapped in something musty.
I hear his voice singing in harmony with the black and white keys,
A giggle escapes the child—still in harmony with his low keys.
The melody draws out a single stream from his brimming lids,
He pounces harder, the song chasing a lost memory.
A giggle escapes the child- still in harmony with his low keys.
Louder and louder, till every inch of silence has been consumed by the weeping symphony,
The seams of the windows want to rip, to let the song from consuming the walls.
A giggle escapes the child- still in harmony with his low keys.
She stretches her arms-she's tired now, now it's time for bed.
And just as I am lost in my memories today , he too, chose them instead.
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The Chandelier Stands Still Whimpering Gospels of The Destroyed.
PoetryA collection of poems that romanticize every known inch of pain and suffering.
