Wednesday, November 20, 2013

deceased mad poets of old

Oh these walls feel so familiar
That door in my memories somewhere distant
This place oh so familiar
The place where men that love get trapped
Imprisoned in the friendship they once had
I cannot do this anymore
Sitting in the lobby of your heart
Frustrates me while others venture onward
I wait for you to see the look I give you
Hoping you remove the blinds from your watchful eye
To see me
Look at me
I yell with fury and passion
Tears falling from my eye
As my screams fall upon deaf ears
I descend into the shadows of your heart
Only to remember the love I had for you
The love that is deceased like the mad poets of old




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