.
Only hear what goes unsaid
Like a burden one must bear
Or the face one wears to bed
There are dreams run out of breath
Seeking the heart's desire without a lung
Like loving someone to death
The perfect picture of a life never hung
Around long enough to ever see what was
Deep within the waves which move and bend
Wishing for the Light once used to be because
Every page overturns, The End .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2019-09-18 at 23:53
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The End
In a story like a tearOnly hear what goes unsaid
Like a burden one must bear
Or the face one wears to bed
There are dreams run out of breath
Seeking the heart's desire without a lung
Like loving someone to death
The perfect picture of a life never hung
Around long enough to ever see what was
Deep within the waves which move and bend
Wishing for the Light once used to be because
Every page overturns, The End .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 819 times
Written on 2019-09-18 at 23:53
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