If i could take sips of sadness, and pain were a slice of cake…in the end, what will be left of me?
Took a sip out of memories, a slice of heartache for my sweet tooth. Every bite, a step towards a satisfied end. What will be left of me?
Thirsty for what was, hungry for nostalgia…soon, there will be nothing left, but a few crumbs here and there. Noah_arkenswagg
A heart so empty, you can hear the dregs splash about. A tongue so heavy, the words won’t come out. I’m the fool that wished for love, new wine in old wine skins, here I am, bursting at the seams! You were the enemy, until I welcomed you as a friend…how dare you trick me, you four lettered fiend!Noah_arkenswagg
There she was atop her throne, a lady queen, gown of red. Uncaring gaze, musical sighs…none before her may grasp her thoughts. “Shall we take a walk?” On her feet, she already stood. “Who are you to ask my hand?” she asked in return… “a humble Prince, your heart i seek.” Noah_arkenswagg
When hearts weigh more than elephants, your name is feather light upon my tongue. Noah_arkenswagg
When i am weak, then I am strong…for your love is a soothing balm for my aching heart, and your welcoming arms are the home I’ve always known. You wipe away my tears and troubled thoughts you kiss away. When I am weak, then I am strong…for you are who you are. Noah_arkenswagg
The tears that fall are heavier than hail, more permanent than ink. Each one carves a path that etches pain into the canvas we call a face. Noah_arkenswagg
Rose bullets, you put a few stalks through my chest, and now I’m as beautiful as a summer sky at dusk…if I take a rest and lay with the other flowers, will I disappear? Is that the beauty you crave? Then here I’ll sit, a beautiful memory to the eye, a painful reminder to reaching fingers. Noah_arkenswagg
It’s an electric mood, I could bury my hands in my chest and pull out emotions deeper than poetry, would you read me? The words begin where lips end and the story continues where my heart lives, would you read me? Scrutinise me with glasses that see deeper than ink goes. Noah_arkenswagg
Riddle riddle, I’m painful to touch, sweeter than nectar…you can catch me with cupped hands, but only for a moment, then never again…I am Noah_arkenswagg.
Was I to burst your bubble? Fight a battle, sweat and blood, against waiting mercenaries and assassins?… and if I did, how was I to hold your hand in the end, when my own bubble would have been in the way? Reach for me, while I reach for you… maybe we’re stronger than bubbles. Noah_arkenswagg
Credit to mid journey a.i for image
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