Old.

TOTALLY not what you think it is.

No doubts in my fevered dreams,

Climbing stairs

And falling down again

Change is…

And you look the same

Just different

We don’t know each other

Not any more

But for the purpose of security

And memories

We pretend to be our old selves

For that time

While the clock angrily

Ticks away

The moments until we part again

The glass shows

That a rock has formed

Why is Fate so lovely?

Is he about to strike?

There you are, with that hand over your face

The way you hid your soul

But Fate gave me eyes

Whether I want them or not

Your discerning position…

   Your face…

      Your hidden soul

They defragment in the air about us

And suffocate us to life.

Author's Note

um... what did you think? and how can i make it better?

Reviews

[Kaye]

Q__________Q I come to hug you now.
That was a BEAUTIFUL ending. ^^ I like that idea... suffocating to life. Lovely.
The way you transition so abruptly into the poem is... awkward? The first line needs a verb or something and a noun? Maybe. It's just like "splat! Poem!" but not.
The rest of the poem is so deep and perfect. T__T awww. *hug*