The lights so broken,
Reverberating the broken feather I am winged with.
The blues with the mercurial white,
Tends to my swings in it's right.
The orange dress draping my pale heat,
The auburn locks airing through the sinful winds.
The chill of the cold in the world,
Entices the sadness within me unfurled.
The warmth of your love dying inside,
As it savoured though the taste of your infidelity.
My mirror reflects a sinfully gorgeous me,
And to the chiding ego, I let it be.
I am dressed like my magazine cover edition,
I am going to bury you,
Dancing to the rhythms of us breaking,
With the lights burning and the music swirling.
I feel you leave me as I breath out,
With the clamour of the emotions inside,
That the vodka has brought out,
I am going to detox myself, off you.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...