A blurb.
You know that it saddens me
Those love tales of passion and truth
What is truth
Truth is nothing but lying words wrapped in candor
You were lying words wrapped in roses
Pretty prickling roses that gleamed with disaster
I reached in the bag, and grabbed you
Picked you specifically, for everything you were and are
Mistaken I was, or was I
For this pain is the utmost incredible I’ve ever known
It seems to complete that barrenness in my heart
But where are you now
Where could I find you tomorrow
Will you answer when I scream
Or will you wait until I smile
Run little rose, run
Such dramatics I’ve attended
I’m ready for change
Yet, I find myself captivated by you
This is its own thespian act in itself
You have not dispirited me, darling
Do be so bloody narcissistic
But you are, and you have every right to be
Such a tantalizing petal of thorns
I’m always dancing on my tip-toes
Twirling and whirling throughout and within
Take a step inside, really deep in there
And jot back out like a murderous fiend
I’ve always strived for this
A chase so unattainable
A heartrending love song to sing with merit
This is so damn melodramatic
Who would have thought I could come to this
Begging and pleading, wishing and screaming
When really this does nothing but push harder
Push you and push me, farther and father
I can’t get my grip back
My hands are too shaky to hang on tightly
I’m loosing momentum and you’re the road block
Such a simple, delicate, blooming road block
Car accidents and tremendous cramping
Who knew light could hurt so ruthlessly
-Kara DeMaeyer 2009 Copyright.
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