prose.

Icarus's picture

we want to fall asleep in a life that never existed in a world that only takes places in memories that never happened. the pages keep turning but the book stays blank because our lips stay sewn shut. so we fly fly fly into the empty space where the sky used to be, our wings sprouting feathers while the clouds spill tears like raindrops onto our thirsty faces. our smiles split the sadness into a million little pieces and the happiness flows into the cores of our spirits and our souls sing for a thousand years. i want to fall into that place that no one sees or knows and hold you through the earthquakes of pain and disaster. i want to strum you like a string theory and play you like an instrument of destruction. you'll smile and my knees will fall like rome. you'll laugh and i'll fly through the centuries. you'll cry and the ocean will be a little bit lower. i'll love you and the whole world will fly with me to the places that only flowers can speak of, the places where beauty need not even sing its presence, the places where love goes to flourish and life begins.

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Merric's picture

I like repetitions of three.

I like repetitions of three.

holahaveamuffin18's picture

"you'll smile and my knees

"you'll smile and my knees will fall like rome."
brilliant. (all of it was, that bit just caught my eye)