a distorted woman, suspended
I heard a song ‘bout dying lovers bursting in fear,
walking down a roadway,
people had no face
Somehow they reminded me of you my dear
The other day again the sun was falling,
my eye caught clouds brooding over
Somehow I sensed you then in everything
The worst crimes, I did to myself
The ones I never forget
No promises were made,
no stories to tell
There she came slyly whispering in my ear,
a vacant sound too hard to forget
There she loomed,
bent over for me to hear
“Do you know why you so fear my dear?”
I hear it clear, I hear it break
“That is only cause I’m always here dear”
And the worst crime I carried out
Is that I never forget
Emergency call,
here comes the fall
I’m on my knees, I have to bleed,
not see her again
petrified as I face her, I died
       a violent death
There she stripped me as she took my breath
When glasses are all empty and day is over,
her hovering sight I confront
There she comes,
my late night lover
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4 thoughts on “Suspended

  1. I was hoping you’d do all of them ☺️

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    1. Haha! I really tried, they are so many of them! It seems you’re doing just fine though ❤

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  2. U write very much of grey. And I like ur took of the eye that watches.

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  3. Thank you for your kind words!! Yes, indeed, the Eye is watching, always.. And Grey is my color.. ❤


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