The upbeat piano, changes key mid performance
Bipolar, as a hormonal teen
The sign says open, but it just doesn't feel like home anymore
The tone of your voice, has become a barren desert
Where no emotions of any sorts, can set up shopThe block's favorite neighbor, don't you wish he was your father instead?
Deadbeat, wet drops onto blood shot eyes
I blink twice, weary feelings in a tight vice
This rusty metronome mimics a shaky heart beat
Dinner with a candle light, your preferred brand of wine
No matter, how well layered your smile
A distant look of dissatisfaction, appears after the laughter subsidesI point, a building shining ever so bright
Like the city, that never sleeps
Blurry figures dance along the curtains, leaving little to the imaginationThe local stray cat, don't you wish there was a way to adopt him?
He'll never forget you, once you fed it from your palm
You have become a familiar scent, your voice has become insurance
That one will never sleep on an empty stomachDrunken stride, in my steps
Lips once virgin to the taste of alcohol
I finally understand, how one can easily become addicted
Just as I once was for you
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Collection of Poetry: For wary souls
PoetryAnother take on my poetry. I hope you guys enjoy it. Art doesn't belong to me.