Truce | Sherlock & John

Mocht mijn Engels lerares dit toevallig zien: yep, it's me, Lianne. Ik heb dit gedicht dus niet van internet gestolen, ik zet het alleen ook even hier neer. Dat wilde ik even melden.

Facts facts facts
there's a periodic table on the wall as well as a
face smiling viciously and there are
so many types of tabacco ash and mud and perfumes and
people stomping through the city with their
mundane simple thoughts and mundane little lives
relationship troubles he is cheating she is scared
someone screams as though he's being murdered, at least the dead
are quiet, silence in the morgue but the world is too loud:
he's still on drugs and she is burned out
it's why I take cabs: avoid this battlefield of information
there's a war going on between millions of observations
battling in the mind palace, stop stop STOP -

wait -
hold up -

there you are. You say:
brilliant, you say:
amazing, and: it's okay
we can sit here on our not-date
you say: alright, enough is enough
taking the cigarettes away;
you are a sun that silently
holds me in place

And it makes sense, doesn't it
that a soldier would walk into this head
and win the war, if only for today:
treat the wounded, smile at me,
and make it all as it should be.

(save the solving for another day).

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