My Broken Dreams of YouWith apathy of old, She strikes in the tongue of malice, Lost here, alone in a world of insecurity, My broken dreams of you,My Broken Dreams of You
Leave now, or feign happiness? Doubts crowd me, consume my ever numbing mind, You, the culprit, Encapsulate me,
Am I your everlasting failure? You could certainly be mine, I thought I had it figured out, Proven wrong, you loved, but lied,
I miss you...
burnt bridgeThe taste of twenty-four-hour-food-mart coffeeburnt bridge
leaves a patina of bitter, stinging regret on my tongue. You leave me no options; it is the only place open
when you drive me out with your parasitic incursion.
Day stretches into night, stretches into day ad infinitum,
and still I pace these slumberless streets. I should not be here,
miles from home, miles from consciousness,
in a neighborhood where I,
well-dressed scholar extraordinaire,
would usually have much to fear;
but I look like a junkie;
the shadows under my eyes
the dark across a waning moon,
cheers for the undeserved watch
danny
--
many cry for the dolphin, trapped in fishing nets.
but who cries for the tuna?
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many cry for the dolphin, trapped in fishing nets.
but who cries for the tuna?
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Lara Jade.
larajadephotography@gmail.com
l a r a j a d e . c o . uk
Run along now.
:hug
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Southern Silence
Thanks for the interest though - when will you be posting some more work?
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the speed of art is a function of life plus fiction, fiction tending to zero - r.filliou
~millykid-visuacept ~m-ani-mal supamilly emile
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