I waited

The nights I waited
For your call
You were busy
Waiting for my call

A Dream In Smoke

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You're just a dream

Drifting in my vision

A wraith made of smoke

Of the days I've worshiped you

I am watching you move

Transfixed

On every curve

On every shade of skin

I forgot to breathe

My heart just skipped a beat

Are you even real?

Or just a memory?

No one will ever know

No one can understand

Because you are my dream

Mine alone

Discarded Thoughts

Strewn all over the place

Are my discarded thoughts

My would've been, could've been

My haves and have nots.

My dreams and nightmares

All wrapped in silver snares

Sympathy and jealous stares

Thrown over the chairs

There is dust of failure on the floor

A drop of blood stalls the door

No one knocks on it anymore

Maybe they do, I am not sure

These discarded thoughts make so much noise

I can choose, I always have a choice

Still, in my head there is a voice

Saying these thoughts are her toys

So, I heed to the need

When she commands, I bleed

Thoughts all over her floors

My bones on her doors

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One vord, vodka.

The Music

There was a hole in her soul

From which the music leaked out

Like blood from an open wound

She sat in her silence

Staring outside into

Nothingness

Waiting

For something

To make her soul jump from her body

Scream

And declare

Independence

From her self inflicted prison

She wanted to be 

Free

She wanted to dance

But the music had leaked out of her soul