So I've decided once in a while I'll post some poetry that grabs my attention. Mostly written by other people because I'm lacking in that department. ;x
Here's one that I enjoy.
He lost the first letter and
the memory of her scent
both in December. He
had chosen to let this
remorse sit in the back
of his neck, where his eyes
can't peek.
Yesterday he complained
of back pains. Must be
the way I slept. Perhaps if
the pillows were replaced with
new down ones. These have
gone flat. That's what happens
when you keep your head
on them for too long.
She has given him names
that are not his own. But
she is convinced that he is
not the one, because he
doesnt answer when she
calls them into the darkness.
-Adriel Luis
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