ineffablemrjones

Walls and lines disturbances in frequencies.

Laughter and cries we are sanding out contingencies.

Towing the lies of years of instability.

Two hearts colliding like atoms in their infancy.

 

How many ways are we turning

From the end of this eternity?   

The days roll by into years of futility

While I ponder the assurance of my sanity.

 

This day is a day worth saving in a diary

Mark the pages with a heart and sweet poetry

Then lock it away in the black hole of secrecy

Can’t chance chaos, or serendipity

 

Walls and lines disturbances in frequencies

We are wondering in exile from our own creativity

Fear is the light revealing our impurities

love can be the paint to cover our insecurities.

 

Two steps short of the eyes of society

In shadows, we lurch hiding from perspicacity

In the pleasure of longing we ache in…

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