a true loving justice
is having the confidence
is being all guts to walk away from your so called heart
your glossy coat and silver linings
I have enough animus for the both of us
Yet I had to choose me.
you can be a ghost from now on
I can be the heaven on earth
of which I will not even dare you to reside
of all the angels that could have fallen
you landed straight on my lap
the fruit of your knowledge
is a bite to bitter for me to contemplate
I will choose a different sin
where my gluttony for your gloss
transforms the genesis
changes the rules
you can belong to world
I'll belong to the words
a lyrical free for all verse
more lover than you
YOU ARE READING
Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
