you know this
is the time it takes to read a day
a tilt from our purpose
mastered the origin of our words
not meeting you on that exact spot
outside the why's and why's
tamed every question itching the paint off the last memory
frogs are just developed mysteries of childhood
resting against imagined aquariums of little lies
our encounter was between two tourists now
mounting eachother as we fell through air
he that walks past us only sees the one
ending our existence with a heavy blink
rules from so long ago enables us to move back
encounters like these are rare and lost all the time
Poetry by Emelén
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Written on 2009-06-13 at 23:21
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the duration of our meeting
is the time it takes to read a day
a tilt from our purpose
mastered the origin of our words
not meeting you on that exact spot
outside the why's and why's
tamed every question itching the paint off the last memory
frogs are just developed mysteries of childhood
resting against imagined aquariums of little lies
our encounter was between two tourists now
mounting eachother as we fell through air
he that walks past us only sees the one
ending our existence with a heavy blink
rules from so long ago enables us to move back
encounters like these are rare and lost all the time
Poetry by Emelén
Read 1160 times
Written on 2009-06-13 at 23:21
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