He stabbed through my heart an arrow
On the very first day with his rain-soaked bow
He was the king of Cs and erased poems
Of swaying boughs and blackened stones
Of him, no significance these pearls held when I first bought them
I didn't even know his name or his existence back then
A bracelet I just happened to think about when I thought of him.
The wrenching feeling I got
When the only answer he gave me was one from a question I'd never asked him
I still held on his anchored stares we shared; dusty slim.
I remember the day he painted landscapes on the wall
I waited for Spring but he always gave me Fall.
And when I cried inside who tried to listen?
― Not even my mind!
That's why I'll try for this love to lessen
Even if my kindness has to turn into defense
Sweet but sour
Because what I wasn't aware of is that, over me, he held power.
At the end of the day, my life's a lesson
At the end of the night, my mistake's a blessing.
When you were away from where I stood
It was when when I felt best: finally I could stop all the craving and starve
Because to stand back I should have
I guess I'll have to be blindfolded until the end of the flood
Two years, that's what it'll take.
Only I would dream of you, yet in a time when so much was at stakes
Caged up rage I threw up on the diary
Wish it was you I could throw away
King of leading the wrong path and painting everything blue.
King of an erased poem
One I thought would soon be written but was left empty
Because instead of a pen on paper he danced to his phone
For a message that would never be addressed to me.
Two years, that's what it'll take
To have you erased from my mind
And on that day it'll be sunny
On that day, finally I'll be fine.
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purple wounds
ПоэзияChapter One: Glimmer of Hope (purple wounds) In her song Sweet Nothing, Taylor Swift said: "On the way home, I wrote a poem You say, 'What a mind', this happens all the time." This quote defines exactly what you'll find in this collection. Several...
