the canvas drips
heartbroken blood as red as your lips,
a whirlwind romance
directed by a heavy opening glance
the camera flashes were harshly bright,
they ruined the irises in the lovers' eyes,
too blind to see one another,
a side effect of the suffocation
from the significant other
soon to be shattered
by an oncoming platter,
"oh, for pity's sake, darling, the dinner's in ruins,
this surely cannot be continued"
the kissed desert turned dry;
any promise of devotion
was surely broken with a g o o d b y e,
the dramatic scene sunk the amorous ship,
its tender sails torn by society's interfering grip.
the production is over,
and that's all it was ever destined to be,
the curtains are closed so
thank you for your time, folks, viewers and
paparazzi.
o.r
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P O E T R Y // o.r
Şiira compilation of vivid thoughts. [lower case intended] WARNING: some of these poems may be triggering. please do not read this book if you are easily influenced. ~ sending love and tranquil vibes ~
