There is no better poem than you
when it comes to mending a splintered heart like new.
You are the dancing light,
living on the verge of twilight.
Your voice kept me alive every night,
but now your silence cuts me deeper than a knife.
I guess my soul was too ripe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I preferred to stay aloof
when your face was all over my roof.
I went blind when I couldn’t bind.
Now, I am left with fallen angels rambling in my mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With a glass of decent whiskey, and
smoking a classic ice-burst ciggy,
seeing the moon
through the broken window still looked pretty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Never going to regret being an alcoholic of love\u2014
it felt quite exotic, even when it was chaotic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You turned my heart black and blue,
but I still saw something special in you.
Even when I was broken, I kept my arms open,
to hold you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My time is running fast,
I can see my future fading in the hands of the past.
Yet, I came to the edge of the moon
to meet you,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to tell you that “Life hasn’t been the same without you.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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