Lift me above the clouds
With rose coloured lips.
Honey drizzled words dance from them.
I will be caught in those words.
Those sickly sweet words I cannot keep from.
Pick me up
in delicate hands,
Fingernails coated in crystalline polish,
I will slip through those fingers
Those fingers that couldn't grasp me.
Cushion me
on porcelain bones
Brittle, ready to break.
I will break those bones.
Those bones that could barely hold you.
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning and the Inevitable End
PoetryEverything life is. Messy, unorganized. Never knowing how it happens or where you will end up.
