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I am whisper. . . barely spoken

lost good-bye, long overdue.

hope floats down

now multi-coloured

confetti upon the air of truth.

air of expectancy. . .

befriending.

I am awed

by these ghosts of sanity.

shades resembling sweet surrender.

decadence of method used.

somehow reached,

a calm oasis.

synapses bruised by calms' pursuit.

breached & conjuring

sad whispers

pale & serving ill repute.

a tender turning, now my witness.

nomad of a thousand treasons.

misunderstanding. . .

our disease.

just a lonely bit past caring

I attempt to have you care.

careless caring, we absolve this

our embryonic power play

suspending. . .

we trick ourselves into a frenzy

all about a turn we lost.

did I not find you in the hiding

cloaked & ransomed

to our end?

cradle us in understanding

nothing ever to defend.

fancy us as lovers knowing

love loves best

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whispers
Date: Thursday, 2nd April 2009 @ 07:44:14 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: elle

I am whisper. . . barely spoken

lost good-bye, long overdue.

hope floats down

now multi-coloured

confetti upon the air of truth.

air of expectancy. . .

befriending.

I am awed

by these ghosts of sanity.

shades resembling sweet surrender.

decadence of method used.

somehow reached,

a calm oasis.

synapses bruised by calms' pursuit.

breached & conjuring

sad whispers

pale & serving ill repute.

a tender turning, now my witness.

nomad of a thousand treasons.

misunderstanding. . .

our disease.

just a lonely bit past caring

I attempt to have you care.

careless caring, we absolve this

our embryonic power play

suspending. . .

we trick ourselves into a frenzy

all about a turn we lost.

did I not find you in the hiding

cloaked & ransomed

to our end?

cradle us in understanding

nothing ever to defend.

fancy us as lovers knowing

love loves best

that has no end.

This poem is Copyright © elle


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