eight in poems
- Jan. 26, 2019, 9:27 a.m.
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i want to celebrate this life
i’ve had with you.
To the towers now toppling
the myths unraveling
the dreams undiscovered
the beauty untouched.
Our great city built on in-jokes and broken promises
potent with shared hopes now abandoned,
falling silent,
dark.
the language of us will wither and die.
I want to celebrate this life
as it turns to rubble and dust
to thank you for our love
as it collapses all around us.
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LoveSuicide ⋅ February 07, 2019
the language of us will wither and die.
Fantastic.
As the walls come tumbling down, I am reminded of what it took to construct them. The foundation laid, the earnest and hopeful hours of digging and sanding and examining.. all to watch it now crumble until it sinks into memory and is blown about the land by the wind.
sloom LoveSuicide ⋅ February 07, 2019
A friend described an ended marriage as a graveyard of dreams. such truth.
LoveSuicide sloom ⋅ February 07, 2019
I would perhaps argue that's all marriage. winks
The death of trust is, for me, the absolute worst of betrayals and the saddest of songs.