Smile
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I remember that day; how can I forget—
A virtual personality with no sincerity,
Crossing wars, every dawn and sunset,
Only to watch the moon; there ain't no clarity.
In a rectangular box, I remember the empires.
The sun and the moon reflected on a lone river.
As two pathways of unexpected desires,
You heard the words I couldn't deliver.
Yet I flew away; I sought the sea of haze.
The treasure maps I left without X marks,
To listen to his music box—loops and maze.
Scarred myself as centennial landmarks.
I walked away, then came back to where it started.
Withdrew from the manipulative voice in two lapses.
I showed up at your party as a departed.
You smiled like I'm a camera, showing flashes.
I composed two rhymes from Shakespeare.
I poured out my heart to a guy with an umbrella.
Your starry eyes gleamed as if they would disappear.
Ending with party holes, walking the streets as Cinderella.
The second train arrived; I departed again.
You told the birds how I slipped in the blink of an eye.
My eyes became blind; I'm stuck in a dark chain.
The palm trees fell down as the rain drew well-nigh.
I'm in the middle of nowhere, a thunderstorm,
And if this is the end, I would like to paint the vices.
I composed the last sonnet; I snuck into your dorm,
Wanting to see the smile as it was priceless.
YOU ARE READING
Cornelia Street (Republished)
PoetryThrough sonnets inspired by Shakespeare, I reveal intimate secrets I've longed to express, despite fearing they'd go unheeded. They capture the anguish of unspoken emotions, yearning for acknowledgment, only to face silence. First Published: May 5...
