I'm in love with a silent promise,
A forgotten thought,
A simple misleading,
Something that's naught.
Empty dreams,
Your only offering,
Slimmer of hope,
Worth discarding.
The pledge of your touch,
The notion of an embrace,
A trapped memory,
The picture of your face.
A forlorn secret
And endless night,
Dawn of darkness,
Forbidden flight.
I'm in love with a silent wish,
A promised concept.
Unwanted illustrations,
In an untainted list.
A make believe,
A fairy tale,
A story-less act,
your performance,
Painted abstracts.
I'm in love with a gentle misunderstanding,
Broken whispers of expectation commanding.
I'm in love with nothing big and something small,
In love with everything, means loving nothing at all
Soft-spoken words in an unknown melody
All my heart pounding for a delusion that may never come true.
I'm in love with an unattainable madness,
A unattainable love,
The deepest of sadness.












Comments
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You ain't so bad your self.
I see a resemblace of H.R. Giger as well as R.S Connett
Peter S Sibrin
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- Jill
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- Jill
Here are a few of the older poems in my gallery:
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You can see that I don't write for the masses, nor do I feel the same way most people do.
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You ain't so bad your self.
I see a resemblace of H.R. Giger as well as R.S Connett
Peter S Sibrin
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- Jill
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You ain't so bad your self.
I see a resemblace of H.R. Giger as well as R.S Connett
Peter S Sibrin
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- Jill
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You ain't so bad your self.
I see a resemblace of H.R. Giger as well as R.S Connett
Peter S Sibrin
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