"Untitled1" by Jonathan Spanos

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If I sing the words just right
If I hold the world in awe
Keep them in the palm of my voice
Freeze time, freeze space
Will you give me another chance?

The way it all ended
The way it tore me apart
Tore the sky, ripped lies
yellow pages, losing letters
in the blue, blue sky
I know my lips didn't say it
but every night I prayed for us

I know my hands didn't hold you
but my arms were always round your waist
I know my mind always denied
but my eyes only wanted you
Black ink, white clouds, falling stars, melting through a chasm
one with oneness and her loneliness
like a world in brackets

You were and always are
the comet burning up in my sky

Whispering leaves
sing tragedies, sing melodies
about such felonies
Beautiful, age-old symphonies,
were written from tortured hands

Pens dancing on a page
calligraphy, choreography
Voices from my nightmare
Tales told by lifeless hands

Scripts of heavens and hells
Of myth, of legend
Of tears and romance,
Lions, caves and chariots

Silent pens slice the page
Bleeding ink in melting snow
An ode to misery, to freedom
silence, death and broken hearts

An ode to you, my dearest
Stories that must be told
I'm the page, you're the knife
Sliced ink-poems on my lifeless soul

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