Monday, July 27

Bucket Of Paint

You've delved into your canyon
And to the bottom of the valley
I reached out for you
To catch you

Your fingers didn't even try

You're falling deeper into your imagination
Where all the universe is against you
And my whispers don't reach you

That the world has other things to do

You've painted all your walls black
And for once I'm not the one
with the bucket of paint

You said the universe holds a power on you
But the universe is vague, and faint

Rest, in your valley
I tried to tell you not to jump
Your fall was more important than me

Apparently

4 comments:

  1. "You're falling deeper into your imagination
    Where all the universe is against you
    And my whispers don't reach you

    That the world has other things to do"

    That tells a lot of things to me. Lately i have been dwelling in some kind of negative parallel universe myself.

    Amazing poem!

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  2. "I reached out for you
    To catch you

    Your fingers didn't even try"

    the last line is a master piece (like all the rest ;) )

    "And my whispers don't reach you"

    the use of the word whisper, very intresting, it could mean like a whole page! amazing

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  3. btw i was gonna say no sarcasm in this ine but the last line "apparently" come on!!! you so remind me of alev...

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  4. Oh? Are you saying I'm not as emo as I wanna be ;)

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