NO SIGNS
NO WINES
NO LAS VEGAS
NO PARADE
NO ROMANCE
NO PRETENDERS
NO GUITAR
NO SCREAMING
NO ROSES
NO UP-n-GONE
NO SIMPLE WORDS
NO NEON NO DESERT
NO GOOD-BYE
NO SOCIAL ESCAPE
NO FUNERAL
NO BROWN EYES
NO SPEED
NO INADAQUACY
NO LOVER
NO TELLING WHEN YOU'LL COME HOME.
———– NO CALL ON THE LINE.
NO FEELINGS YOU REVEAL…
———- ONLY SILENCE
———- ONLY TEARS…
TO CONTAIN ME.
AND ME… LOST WITHOUT YOU.
AND SEE… MY LIFE CHANGING COURSES.
— I THROW IT ALL AWAY.
I ONLY WANT TO STAY… IN THAT MOMENT.
I THINK OF YOU AND FEEL MY HEART BREAKING.
—————– A FAMILIAR PAIN.
———— A CARBON COPY OF 4 YEARS PAST.
—————— MY LOVE IS UNDYING FOR YOU.
YOU DON'T TOUCH THE NOTION.
———— YOUR WORLD SECURES YOU WHILE I CRUMBLE
… UNABLE TO LET GO OF YOU.
I KNOW YOU'RE GONE. THE BED IS COLD
AND IT'S HARD TO SAY WHICH LINE WAS SINCERE.
IT'S HARD TO GO ON, IN THE EMPTY ROOM, IN THE EMPTY HEART.
ALL THAT LAUGHTER WASTED AND ONLY A MEMORY IN A QUIET SLUMBER.
A SUBTLE BLOW THAT HITS LIKE A CANON.
THE CARELESSNESS OF YOUR DEPARTURE IS THE
REALITY OF YOUR FEELINGS FOR ME.
————- I WANT TO HATE YOU BUT
————–YOUR EYES WON'T LET ME.
————— YOUR MEMORY WON'T LET ME.
POEMS LEFT IN VEGAS MAY BE
THE LAST WORDS YOU
KNOW OF ME.
KINDRA CONNELL!