Better Alone

 


I sleep nowadays

Without fear of the dark

Sometimes the smell

Of the air in the night

Becomes masked

with the heavy breathing

I get 

When I become sad

If life is enough

The words go round and round

People are coming back 

But my smile seems to always

Get lost

In the air

genuine love

The fresh color of red

Oh how we adore

That spot we cannot touch

Forever in the dark

The candles that were never lit

The dusk we will never wake to

On the other side of the world

Trapped in a snow globe

Listening 

To the flakes musing on

The rooftops

The streets are parked 

with empty cars

Their empty seats

Filled with missing people

Kisses 

That go way deep

In this pavement im standing on

But still the streetlamps are forever

With the moths crawling at night

Can this ever be a love letter?

My pages are just full, too full of.



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