unspoken words
we hung
on the wires of silence
they were soaked
in i dont knows
and nothings
i long to see you
dressed in
words of warmth
and so
i shut my vision
from the scarce of light
waiting for them
to dry
by the candlelight
we are naked
for a while
love is what is left at the end of the day.
From: melbourne, victoria, Australia
About me: i'm a wanderlust and a warrior of life. i have hordes of nomads and soldiers waiting to wander this sometimes barren and sometimes lush landscape of my head. i send them forth. they are my words. my weapon of choice: purple prose
posted by ciggy at 10:15 AM
nice poem. :P