Broken Words.

Miss Her and I rush to start the show,
Taking seconds growing up
listen to a midnight joke,


Expectations carry on the breeze,
Music promises forever
endless spinning in their place,

Driver drives unnecessary cold,
Overhear the sleeping whispers
drifting worlds can float away,

Spilling champagne causes all the stains,
Speaking prophets always lie
bathe ourselves to medicate,

Echoing the predetermined ride,
Magazines and high heel shoes
outside voices live inside,

Urgency trickles through the words,
Questions never find their answers
carries on ‘til morning comes,

Direction changes following the smile,
Ignoring all that came before
silence fixes everything,

Diamond truth fails to reconcile,
Invisible to blinded eyes
following our sliding lines…

Author: Travis Nevers

Just another random blogger trying to make his way in this crazy world we all share. Sometimes insightful, sometimes not... Read along at home!

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