I remember peeking through the weeping glass
On that cold night
Footsteps fading into the distance like the
Sound of a warrior holding a blade by
His soft belly.
Dandelions slept on the floor like homeless kids,
The thorns on the roses had tangled perfectly
With the inside of my arm and,
The roses began developing wrinkles
Like a face stripped bare off its
Make up.
Calling your momma was an easy decision
But as they say, 'success don't come easily',
She hung up on me
I remember being a witness to a phone
Flying without wings, and as it landed harshly
On the ground, I realized that I had
Overly reacted to the scenario...
The pieces are still litter we sweep
Daily, together with the pieces of my heart
Which needs a better temple than mine.
That red box you brought resting in the arms
Of a red cloth, is another thorn in the arm.
The chocolates don't taste the same no more
And if I could return them to the shop,
I'd let them know the sentimental pain
All the nights I consumed them like medicine
The times I used them as paint,
And painted your face on the mirror
Before I used the mirror as a dartboard
The mirror broke and my reflection is
Now split into pieces...
I tried to glue them together but,
Blood dripped on the surface like honey_
Thirsty flies buzzed around my hands
And I loved the feeling of being attractive
For once!
I deleted all my phone numbers right before
I restored them...
Booty calls are entirely making my voice hoarse
But, you can't get better, when you already
Have the best...
Pigeons fly over the bed
Carrying dandelions...is that prophetic?
Or it's just a nightmare waiting for your
Fingers to pinch me on my thigh
So that I can wake up and call out
Your name
It's valentine's day and please,
Don't bring dandelions, for, they were
Never my favorite...
Please give me a call!
@Da_Scripta
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The story of my life
PoezieWhen life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Life gave me lemons; no sugar, no blender and improvisation was the only ingredient I felt was God given or not. Love is a topic not to begin, but, all I know is that I always consoled my heart whenever it...