sadness flies

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, July 5, 2011 1 comments

the wind,
which breezes from the dreams
my heart
will always fail to believe in,
kisses through
her beautiful wings
and wails, and wails,
then whispers
her melancholic name
while she skirts the heavens
in spirit.


verge

Posted by Robert Anderson On Sunday, July 3, 2011 0 comments

these thoughts of you
are nothing more, nothing more
than any one thing
that remains
as the grain
of my crucified soul

i bathe in their reflection
which often betrays the chance
to rediscover
your beautiful heart

if ever they became
abortive and unsound
then i'll fight, i swear i'll fight
while vaguely unraveled
of all the ways
i honestly love you...

to re-exist

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