Fools & Vipers - A collection of poems

Spillings

A ghastly pallor drained your face,

But your cheeks appeared so red.

You were besieged by a gale so cold,

So you asked me for heat and a place to rest.

I let you in and fed the fire,

And told you I was a creature so dull.

But you insisted, "Tell me your story",

As I felt two cups with coffee full.

The sparkling of the fire pleased us.

So I sat near and began to portray,

A simple tale that's not worth telling,

But you asked questions that led me astray.

But like the ink that blackens fingers,

I leaked and spilled thoughts into you.

I failed to keep you unaware.

Tears stick to skin like morning dew.

I decided I had said enough,

And raised my walls intensely high.

But you had pierced my abstract armour,

And I told all until my lips were dry.

I caressed the figures from off the shelves.

We opened our lungs to the dust.

I traced the forms of many people,

That once had earned my precious trust.

Next to them, we stumble upon,

A diary adorned with stars.

It's where I wrote my secrets dear,

And switch them for scars on my heart.

I suspended my senses and so did you.

But that ended up being a ruse.

You left me in the dark so lonely,

And I had nothing more to lose.

The gale that howled now sings a song,

And your shoes in snow play drums

But I decided I won't bother,

And let you flee on a path of crumbs.

A shadow of a smile you share,

As I try to remember your lullaby.

I long to hear it as you sang it,

But your voice is dead and I've said goodbye.

Remnants of moons flicker as they pass.

I ponder, "Were you ever really here?"

But I'm protected from the wind,

And spill no longer secrets dear.