but do you have the strength to finish another poem? (silence will suffice, as a no).
a cold bench stands in solitude, once greeted by the warmth of a lovers' embrace, once graffitied with glossy varnish, now, stands gazing at the inconstant waves, fading as time progresses, calling out to the night, wondering why its representational lines are not worthy, from months of recognition, months of rememberance, months of being sit on, an explanation to its gradual procedure of vanishing, only facing the bitter response of silence
a cold bench stands in solitude, once greeted by the warmth of a lovers' embrace, once graffitied with glossy varnish, now, stands gazing at the inconstant waves, fading as time progresses, calling out to the night, wondering why its representational lines are not worthy, from months of recognition, months of rememberance, months of being sit on, an explanation to its gradual procedure of vanishing, only facing the bitter response of silence as it fades it signals that the past is gone and in its place is something changed im tired of looking back to find something to hold on too 3 lines was one to many and so far you still havnt called out to me you havnt asked why or appealed for another try just took pictures of a lonley wet road and im sitting here chilled to the bone
you can chill your own bones, refuse to let me in, and wonder, like our bench, like a fading foundation, why i cannot open up, and why you cannot let me is beyond the ocean and it's bloody 3 lines maybe they weren't enough for you if you just let them talk then maybe your bones would warm and maybe we wouldn't be so frozen but a chance may be too much for your freezer you just leave without notice, ice cubes in my heart, cold and fresh on a hot day just the way you like it listen to your own requests but listen now to your past who beckons to you, a history not worth repeating, listen to her, and maybe you'll learn something about love, about life, about people, about acceptance, listen for once... and maybe i will unfold, maybe i will talk. you live life by experiences... don't try to experience before you live. let me in, and maybe, if it fits your desire, i'll be able to let you out.
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(silence will suffice, as a no).
a cold bench stands in solitude,
once greeted by the warmth of a lovers' embrace,
once graffitied with glossy varnish,
now, stands gazing at the inconstant waves,
fading as time progresses,
calling out to the night,
wondering why its representational lines
are not worthy,
from months of recognition,
months of rememberance,
months of being sit on,
an explanation to its gradual procedure of vanishing,
only facing the bitter response of silence
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once greeted by the warmth of a lovers' embrace,
once graffitied with glossy varnish,
now, stands gazing at the inconstant waves,
fading as time progresses,
calling out to the night,
wondering why its representational lines
are not worthy,
from months of recognition,
months of rememberance,
months of being sit on,
an explanation to its gradual procedure of vanishing,
only facing the bitter response of silence
as it fades it signals that the past is gone
and in its place is something changed
im tired of looking back
to find something to hold on too
3 lines was one to many
and so far you still havnt called out to me
you havnt asked why or appealed for another try
just took pictures of a lonley wet road
and im sitting here chilled to the bone
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refuse to let me in,
and wonder, like our bench,
like a fading foundation,
why i cannot open up,
and why you cannot let me
is beyond the ocean
and it's bloody 3 lines
maybe they weren't enough for you
if you just let them talk
then maybe your bones would warm
and maybe we wouldn't be so frozen
but a chance may be too much
for your freezer
you just leave without notice,
ice cubes in my heart,
cold and fresh on a hot day just the way you like it
listen to your own requests
but listen now to your past
who beckons to you,
a history not worth repeating,
listen to her,
and maybe you'll learn something
about love,
about life,
about people,
about acceptance,
listen for once...
and maybe i will unfold,
maybe i will talk.
you live life by experiences...
don't try to experience before you live.
let me in,
and maybe,
if it fits your desire,
i'll be able to let you out.
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youve told me to "go away dont talk to me anymore why cant you jsut leave me alone" and i still kept talking
wheres you determination
maybe you need to learn something im sick of it always beign me saying sorry
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