I am a child,
a lost damsel in this skewed
realm of reality,
lost in a wonderland of a world
unknown to me and I am
a sorry excuse for a Sleeping Beauty
with my insomniac nights,
staying up way past midnights
with vivid bluebirds perching
on my match-stick cheekbones,
just aching for her kiss that will
end this needle-sown curse.
I avoid mirrors for fear of
the tar-slicked voice lounging
just within and I cannot breathe;
my throat restricts around
what I thought was the sweetest
red fruit I've ever been offered
but it is only decay; leaving me with
blackened lungs and muted dreams
that I will not wake from until
she returns to save me.
I did not fall in love with the Beast;
I found one locked deep away
inside of me and embraced
the animal that I harboured and
I thought I'd lost my rose-petal beauty until she told me she loved me anyway.
I'm in love with my exotic princess;
the thief of my heart who
took me away from my palace-prison.
she is the only one who
inspired my love and my lust
and like the little kids
following their cookie-crumble path
I'll leave marks down her
soft backside and follow her
home
YOU ARE READING
Roses, Cherry Vodka & Her Perfume
PoésieA collection of (almost) love poetry inspired by my beautiful and exotic princess of a muse. (Please please please read and leave comments, I need some critics because I wanna give this to her as a present)
