My Lips are Myth and your Mind is a Cliché that don't Exist (2)

my fingers pick up the phone They start to dial your number on their own My nails dig down into bone To save the little dignity I still own Late nights stealing glimpses of you I whisper to myself as I always do Painting your face in a struggling crowd I see your eyes reflected in the clouds Broken Hearts are easy to mend Its bleeding you out that will kill me in the end Burning the ashes of your memories Waking myself from Nastolgic reveries Your name fits constantly on my tongue ...
Author: KAxMIxKAxZI; Tags: poem poetry Poems words spoken my lips are myth and your mind is cliche that don't exist part two


















