I heard a whisper
" Cut those ties,
ribbons and ropes,
decide the kill,
and make it slow
let those flowers
of yours dry to the core.
uproot.
simmer.
wither.
change.
change so slow
sooo slooww
that my eyes don't understand
where to go
just like the sunset
where the sun drowns
from sunflower yellow
into the cold ocean blue, alone "-
Maybe
my soul
has become dry.
Tell me
do you hear
its desperate cry?
Can you feel
its thirst?
How hard it is trying
to keep it all together
not to let go
and just burst?
Will you give it
your love?
Or maybe borrow a potion of hope
from the witch above.
To fill the cracks
and bind it all together.
Make me your own
for now and forever.-
'You end so badly '.. Said comma to full stop !!
'At least i end..unlike you i don't give dry hopes '.. Full stop replied !-
I fear remembering our good memories now.
What if they dry up the ink, that our bad ones once filled?
-
Even if you can't decide,
just Leave!
Because
there is nothing in watering Dry leaves!-
And for some people
rain reminds them to cry,
when the tears forget.-
... .. . and now Dry €motions ink bleeding words, to make others
forget the pain and the world a
bit more poetic.-
In Love :
Children. They cry.
Men. They try.
Legends. Let their ink dry.-