This one is also very sad, but I really love it!
I could never hope to own
The queen of hearts that I desire.
I could never hope to wish
The ace of spades that you desire
And i could never set aflame
The house of cards that we desired.
For all would be in vain
All left would be our pain
And when i hold your palms
It'll be a phantom of your hands.
"I burned it", one night whispered.
"It's charred and lonely", one drink said.
"I burned it and danced, danced all the while",
A broken heart mumbled.
"But why?" You whispered.
"Why burned?" You asked.
"Why charred?" You said.
"Why lonely?" You screamed.
"Why us?" You cried.
"Because i wished to fly
"Because i begged to cry
"Because I prayed to live
"Because I hoped to die"
And I grabbed the deck of cards
Neatly ordered by spades and clubs
Diamonds and hearts
Kings and queens and broken laughs...
And I blew it all away.
I built a house
And broke it down.
I fell in love
And tore it down.
I walked away
And never looked back.
(March 12th '23)
YOU ARE READING
The Lost Dreams of a Broken Poet
Short StoryA collection of poems and short stories I write when I'm bored. Most of the themes are sad, so I hope that, in a hundred years when I'm long dead, students read them as part of their Literature lessons. XD ⚠Major character death in some stories⚠
