someone of the same kind
raised a white flag by his heart
made of broken pieces
small enough for him to understand.
avp
someone of the same kind
raised a white flag by his heart
made of broken pieces
small enough for him to understand.
avp
his memories drifted around
in a sea of lonely places
and washed ashore
the sands of
his lonely heart.
avp
his memories drifted around
in a sea of lonely places
and washed ashore
the sand of
his lonely heart.
avp
on a road paved of golden mistakes,
he walked with angels illuminated in peace,
intimate with brokenness
and who couldn’t fly.
avp
it hard to let new feelings in
when the color of you
is tattooed over my skin
avp
painting him in blurry shades
of what was beyond his sight,
the artist took back the damage done,
and showed him the true colors
of what he stored under his hat.
avp
reflection in a wishing well
of a paper crown staring back at him
as a last chance reminder to break the spell,
of love never learned
and escape the kingdom called,
no worth.
avp
turning down his blessings today
in hopes of something better tomorrow…
he unrolled his sleeves of emotions,
unbuttoned his great shirt of expectations,
slipped off his old shoes of excuses,
and crawled into bed where he was
covered and comforted by his lover ..
Regret.
avp
in the cold sheets
there was nothing for him to believe in
except the trouble in his veins,
beating to the bad habits of his broken heart.
avp
dressed in old mistakes,
his tired mind led him home.
exhausted from always
chasing after something better,
he unpacked his ragged heart
from worn out luggage
and returned it to the darkened
hook in his chest.
avp