White, Yellow & Soft Blues
I looked through the lens
Of what I thought to be you
Charming and funny
Inspired me to let loose
Changed my tone to B flat
You excel at that
Changed my tone to B flat
It didn't matter where you worked at
A couple of cracks in the pavement
Flowers growing in between
You were always so good at explaining it,claimant
Euphonious fiction
I couldn't find any weeds
The flowers so beautiful, I love yellow
Just like I love playing the cello
Your flowers so beautiful, I love yellow
Just like I love playing your cello
Dirty and quick I worked through your garden
when you asked for watering
I didn't mind the quick hard in
Tell me where to drip
I'm drenched
Your lyrical taste lingering on my chest
White filled me, you're impressed
Your lyrical taste lingering on my breast
Now I could rest
Trouble looked greener on your sidewalk
you fertilized your grounds well
I didn't need the small talk
tell me when to come
I'm close
I used the edger
Just for your pleasure
I used the edger
Double check just for good measure
Mindlessly throwing the garden hose
I worry
That those are not my clothes
You sing me a song
No worries
Too bad I only had my wine glass
Snake in the grass
Too bad I only had my wine glass
The tall grass as your mask
Rooted in your estate, you looked down at me Smiling and laughing
Inspiring to be so carefree
You showed me the melody
Of the songbirds surrounding
Lowered my pitch to match your B flat
Just like I arched my back
Lowered my pitch to match your B flat
I didn't mind being scraped
My body is dedicated to your love
Words and actions are just not your language
It was okay to deprive me, my love
Lyrics of fabrication woven into your roots
A lie you didn't need to tell
To keep me hooked.
YOU ARE READING
Your Fabricated Beauty
Poetryremoving the idealized lens of a past relationship sometimes it's easy to get consumed with their words and not their actions. and even worse, creating your own realities about a person that simply doesn't exist. Coming to full terms with who they w...
