This is William Taylor Jr. He is a Poet.
This is his Poem.
All We’ve Simply Thrown Away
Outside it’s just
screams and sirens
and people waiting to be paid
inside we peel paint
from the walls in flakes
as if there might be some new
magic underneath
the wine does what it can
but this sadness in our blood
is older than time
our damage shines best
in these smallest hours
and this is the beauty I want to remember
it suddenly strikes me
so many lives could be made
from all we’ve simply
thrown away
as we cross our hearts and make a pact
to stay beautiful until the dawn
when the sun will come and
burn us off like fog.
Buy his book “Words for Songs Never Written” here.
(Source: theonlymagicleftisart)
Reblogged from (*) The Only Magic Left is Art
