Press record, then stop.
Constant back and forth motion.
Kinetic energy nonstop
She's brought the world out of proportion
A smile shared
TV is on
The weather man has lost his mind
Never predicting the storm ahead
A frown replaces, smiles died
Echoes off the wall
White noise blaring through the speakers
This record I never finished
Leaves me raw, leaves her eager
She begs me to bring her home
I can't seem to put down the phone
Her voice is the muse, my constant
But when I'm with her, I'm alone
When I'm with her... I'm alone.
I stare into the mirror
She sees hope, I see failure
She sees clear skies, I see drought
She seems hopeful, I feel doubt
She brings the sky down, I float away
She is the song I always replay
She is the pain sugar coated in Pink
Constantly I write her name down in ink.
I see beauty, she seems demons
I call her out, she crawls back in
I lend a hand, she shies away
I hold her tight, she cries at night
She's dark, enticing, romantic, surprising
Sad sheltered, but strong,
Constant rights
Battle consistent wrongs
Angels only last a weekend
She's back and forth between friends
Battling acceptance, cursing the doubts
And until, until we meet again
My angel, her Lucifer, Lucy, I will call her
My darling Lucy loves the waves
But not the storm, it surrounds her.
Lovely lady, smile for me.
See in the fucking mirror what I see
Stop the tears, you're not your enemy
Love yourself, the way you loved me.
YOU ARE READING
The Black Kettle
PoetryA book of poetry that I was going to publish but decided to use for online formatting and constructive criticism so I can create a book of poetry that I can debut.
