Near Matches
Ignore Exact
Everything
2
Lymington
(
poetry
)
by
outlineoflove
Sat Apr 26 2008 at 14:58:26
The
streetlights
light the way home when we feel lonely,
we skip to the beats of our
slowed heartbeats
,
and we dream of
smiles
and eyes...
things to make us happy and pass
time
.
We'll never get to where we're going.
Our
dreams
overflow our heads.
And once i planned on
forgetting
but that plan never did go into effect.
Our footsteps in the same
pattern
of clicking
against
pavement
, cold from
autumn air
.
We look into the eyes of our friends
knowing that they could never really be there.
----
Your eyes are shifting as they're looking for
answers
to whisper into the
telephone
.
And the music is playing the back of
corridor's
very slow
The words slither along the walls and crawl to ears that have
real sense
.
And the music is distorted by
blurred vision
, as the smoke lingers out your lips.
And you will speak while I smile and pretend we never fought at all.
And as your eyes are shifting around for
comfort
,
I'll ask more questions to make you stutter your
insecurities
...
Richard Bickerton Lyons, Viscount Lyons
Shore tears
SMILES
Noders' poetry
Lyme disease
Pavement
telephone
Dreams
comfort
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