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Ryan Bayer Poem
I'm tired of lying, to myself and by myself
I'm tired of dying, by myself and from my self-rolled comfort;
Packed security.
In eight years it never felt like poison
It never felt like she could kill
Call this our last embrace
Or call this my last taste
Of what I can't help but miss -
Call it a chance to reminisce
No matter.
A rose by any other name,
A kiss from any other dame -
They're both as sweet.
So let me finish one last smoke
And forgive me for thinking of you as I choke
One press to your lips always left me breathless
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Ryan Bayer Poem
My hand feels beats from where it rests,
Though my heart is miles from my chest;
For fleeting love goes long unseen
In endless moments of uncertainty.
Will this next blink be the last?
Love's eyes lost behind closed lash?
And if lids lift and love remains,
How long until the next refrain?
And yet, I know I must trust love
The same way that I trust the sun,
As I lie at each day's end,
To wake the world and rise again.
So I save my faith for you
To come to me with morning's dew.
Copyright © Ryan Bayer | Year Posted 2010
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Ryan Bayer Poem
Three days without gold and
We are poor
Pink pulls itself to life yet
We are pressed
Sup-, im-, de-
Gray to green
Copyright © Ryan Bayer | Year Posted 2010
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