Ella Veyes Poems

Breathe
A bleeding secret.
Want
But never keep it.
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Scorched white by the lowly hung sun,
Crouched underneath the low ceiling sky.
Could burn his fingerprints right off,
Could be his last underground loft.
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Be there more beauty held in one’s own eye
When God has taken the colour from the sky?
Should we flutter in light, a shade with no name,
‘Til we’re burnt by love - like a Moth and Flame?
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Can’t document this destiny
the buzz, the bug, it pulled the plug)
This time piece doesn’t fit in me.
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Soft. Breathing gentle warmth of light. Possibilities, for you and I.
Can we dream. Let us dream. Don’t burn a tomorrow that outshines yesterday,
If you want to believe, believe.
Live if you breathe, for breathing, you live. Glass skies, they shatter when we part;
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Unfaithful wind,
Carry pieces of a journey, salvaged promise of a fate,
Oh Soulless Sun,
An eternity from time, proof unreliable of late,
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Back and forth, forth and back,
Feedback from a different track.
Subliminal insanity, this feels like home to me
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Someone wearing the same socks as you
on the tube.
What is that?
Is that missing you?
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not everything, just anything,
but this.
dead wires, empty light bulbs,
don't fix.
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Which God of yours has taken my sky?
The Night has won - The pawn must die.
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