deft fingers spin lies
like thread on a wheel
weaving "im okays"
and "im just a bit tired"
in monochrome flair
the finished gown is beautiful
a glittering shine and a golden smile
the seams are made of empty words
like "im happy now, believe me"
but when the midnight chime rings
the stiches loose
the carriage falls to bits
and the dress falls to pieces
"im okay
im okay
im okay"
(she's not)
♧♣♧
do i hate this poem with every fibre of my existence??
yes
have it anyway
YOU ARE READING
midnight mumbles • poetry
Poetry𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 i share poetry and poeticisms about the things that mean the world and nothing at all
