Slides Its Way Down - Poem by BladesongRaven Gehrig
the way our face hits the glass,
n slides its way down,
seemingly we frown
on the dark days,
the way his shoulders moved,
there own pace n the daylight,
but at midnight i was alone,
n pretending i loved it,
while yet another muse glided on the wheels of
my loves soul...
n what can be done with that,
lose myself n the empty glass,
while my reflection fades,
becomes less n less then what i brought with today...
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