Monday, July 13, 2015

the broken carousel

I loved the way you would say my name,
as if it was safe in your mouth.
you are the one
I wanted most to stay

but time
can never be kept at bay

the more it goes
the more it's gone
the more it takes

You are a dream I wish I hadn't slept through
within it i fell deeper than your heart would care to let you.
I thought you were a keeper, till the day our feet fell through
and hit the ground harder than dreams should let you

gravel face first
reading all the books i've read about,
I see artwork, hang on the hooks
find the love, i've only read about in books.
Like the sun to the night, a momentary gold tarnished in the nooks.

The lonely kite lost in flight,
someone once flew.
the briefest moment-
the longest in my mind.
How I envy the half of me that lived,
before loves dues.

A crumpled note tossed on my bedroom floor,
and old photograph pressed between a book.
I lie waiting to be found-
lost things to be found and remember what they once meant to you.

Before a carousal of memories spinning round-
when history was before us
now a sad overplayed verse.

As I start to wake,
I loved with my wayward heart,
until the day it broke.



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