ego (Remove filter)
The Jagged Edge of Love
This must be my longest night
the moon laying its heavy light right down
this room swims in so much gossiping
conversations; always imagined and impossible
This must be my longest night
the blurred echoes of all we did ring ‘round
there’s no sleep to be had, just counting stars
and scenes replaying; rose or shit tinted now
I found the jagged edge of love
it cut right across my heaving...
Thursday 26th March 2015 3:40 pm

Recent Comments
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Ode to an Anchoress
12 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The Food of Love
12 hours ago
Martin Elder on What day is this
13 hours ago
Ray Miller on Head on fire lab rat
15 hours ago
Alaia vibes on Birdstone
22 hours ago
John Coopey on BISCUITS IN HEAVEN
1 day ago
John Marks on Shut your eyes and see
1 day ago
Tom Doolan on It's A Dogs Life
1 day ago
LEON STOLGARD on It's A Dogs Life
1 day ago
LEON STOLGARD on What day is this
1 day ago