Conch

Pt. 1
No one is around
sad that it rings
true,
but when no one is around
everything seems
perfect.


Home:
No body born here
wants to crawl
back and die
here.


The End:
Memories slip out
of the open door...
fade away?
dissapear.

My response:
Memories slip out of the door
-and for what?
Leaving for your hearts desire? Slip out of my grasp
tomorrow I leave the coast.
Hope to see you soon.

Pleas (AND THANK YOU)

Don't wreck it! Such a tragic ending for your
storybook life.

Epilogue:

Like, I'm just trying to write
with all these nameless whispers that fall out,
of your lips to my ears
I just push them aside,
we're due on the coast in a moments' time
grace-
can still be found under that smile! and every time you raise
your glass, I feel you getting colder.