Bilboards of what could have been…

Poetry, Uncategorized 1 Minute

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I don’t know why

You erase me from your grasp,

Only to slice off your own misguided hands

And regret your negligence to touch me

Ever.

Lust, you visit me at 4:00am…

Begging for forgiveness,

Demanding attention .

Why do you say goodbye,

Only to exceed the speed limit

On highways to nowhere?

Saudade is your soundtrack

As you drive past the billboards

Of what could have been.

Idiot.

Published by WhimsicalWordsmith

I'm an artist, writer, free spirit and Introvert with a particular love for solitude and peace. I delight in the freedom to roam the world on my own terms and make an absolute tit of myself in the process. I write about what I know - which isn't much to be fair. But then, who really knows anything in this world full of subjective and low-resolution perceptions? When it comes to my soul, in written word, I reveal everything.

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