The Grave

The Grave by cloudsgrey

Maybe we do mean something

Time leans against places

We can not control

Faded faces are motions

That can move too fast for us

Arguments get too deep

But turn around in time

Love gets lost

But we somehow find ourselves

Whirlwinds have order

And will pass you up

This time around

Giving up means nothing

To a survivor

Who has saved

A dyeing human being

Maybe we do mean something

sensation

Sensation

Responsive

Over-sensible

Tender

Thin skinned

Hyper sensitive

Sympathy

But no sympathy

Refined

Vivid

Sharp

Impressive

Perceptive

Alive

Responsive

Aggressive

Foreshadowing

All the time

therapy

lance out

Like a moonshot

And it's a performance

A percussion

Perfection

Quarrels and harmony

Come together

Somehow

Credible knowhow

Coffe shop

The pink comes first

Then the light post turn off

When the blue brightens

The dew will will melt from roof tops and lawns

People will out enter their doors for newspapers

And morning will end

Then they will do things

They are old

Or have families

Some are lonely

Some will complain

Some will be happy

Saturday morning at the coffee shop are the best

No highs-school students

Maybe people going to work

Some people stay to sit

Some even talk to me

Say hello just for the hell of it

Or a random conversation

And I don't take it for granted

The loose nature of humans

Delicate

A reason sometimes to stay alive and live trough it