Chilly mornings,
Blackened skies,
Miss the brightness,
Of your eyes.
They used to sparkle.
They used to dance.
Now they're swollen,
And in a trance.
Wide eyes,
Ready for adventure
and an easy laugh.
Replaced with irritation
Over every gaffe.
What will help them
Come alive once more?
Not enough for me
To adore.
Those eyes
They look past me,
And toward a future
I can not yet see.
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Spontaneous poetry, prose, lyrics and other diversions from the mind of Karl Bimshas.
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Here you will find a collection of poems and lyrics typically written under 20 minutes each.
These are spontaneous first draft musings. Musicians in search of lyrics, have at it, but supply credit and let me know. Collaboration preferred.
As always, your comments are welcome.
Here you will find a collection of poems and lyrics typically written under 20 minutes each.
These are spontaneous first draft musings. Musicians in search of lyrics, have at it, but supply credit and let me know. Collaboration preferred.
As always, your comments are welcome.
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