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A man who tore at my mind
like a half-forgotten dream;
pieces of ideas burning,
tugging my thoughts to him as a child.
For a moment, the present would not exist;
our world of dreams more real
than the world around me.  Another gift
from him to me.

I remember late phone calls,
strung together as lanterns;
the only thing
that brightened the winter in my heart.
I was a risk not many would have taken,
with tears caught in my throat
and a howling in my head.
You gave me air
when I couldn't find my lungs
but love isn't a respirator.

I still have tears trapped in my throat
and I gasp for air occasionally
but the howling has grown faint.
Sometimes a man tugs at my mind again,
demanding remembrance;
I remember lanterns
and a world of dreams, all our own.
I was woken up by an idea and started writing it down before I even knew what was going on.
:iconsleeplessjewel:
I love "You gave me air
when I couldn't find my lungs
but love isn't a breathing machine."
So true x
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:iconsleeplessjewel:
I love - "You gave me air
when I couldn't find my lungs
but love isn't a breathing machine"
So true x
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:iconvesiculae:
You are completely and fully able to write great poems once again. This was proof.

Thank you for making me feel through poetry for the first time in quite a while.
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