Dusty Silverware

[Skoople88]

These patterns of little value scream for attention

They'll go unheard and through the windows life will play in gray scale

I remember the vibrant days when we were walking the spectrum together

 

Shy and without a voice, I learned to speak much to late

Talking to stars and begging for signs

Wishing we could go back in time

 

Ever dreaming of waking

With you the only one I see

But the morning is so discouraging

Spending days in bed with no regard for progress

Beyond these sheets is nothing of interest

 

It's all come and gone

Every opportunity, every chance

Lost by little more than a nervous stance

 

Our friends backyard in fall left much to be said

When you asked what I was thinking

I swear my heart was already sinking

 

That fountain was so far from the truth

Why didn't I say my thoughts were about you

 

Five years have gone

Still I remember like it were yesterday

Your smile in that endearing way

You etched a place in my heart

And it's here to stay

 

Left to memory

I hope you can recall me

And not a featureless blur

With no Identity

[AnotherBrokenDoll]

I like the transition throughout this, and the obvious longing. Like you've let yourself be vunerable through writing even though you couldn't through speach.

 

Beautiful

[Skoople88]

aww thank you

[kikii]

LOVE. fellow poet, you have amazing talent. I kept reading this over and over, finding new meaning each time.

FANTASTIC.