Our Poem: Fallen paint

wait . . . . . . Doesn’t the rain cease time’s stain for just, one, single moment?
Dust are warrants fuels our torrent of lonely puddles
pondering doubts that drowned down the doubts that drowned down the routes we could of perceived
Had only the blood stopped ..

Those designated foretold lies we saw upon flashy screens; bright and pointless when we realized the dream,
We lived it out fully because we wished for a different scene

I won’t bother your ears with that sour chime,
I know that familiar voice harms your barriers, reflecting off the glass you ran towards when your deepest truth refused to be seen
stainless lies always come clean

Even so, The Bells still kept calling
bothering every chord that swung around the balcony
lively eyes blind couldn’t see any further
when distant colors were sapped dry
something snapped the dye

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