Punk-Lime

[This Doubt Will Be] [The Death of Me]

Where Are Your Words? Where Are They, Really? I must say I'm a little Less than Disappointed, I Expected Something Better, A Wager for Winning From Every Grinning Letter. But all I See, Read, All I Read, See,          Are....      Words. Words That Inevitably(Almost Invariably) Have Been        Said.   Before. Repeating a Poem You Feel, Self-Indulgent, Perhaps, But a bit less... What's the Word?        ...     R e a l . Reality;    Solidified By Actions Thus Sanctified, Ceremonial Gestures Trumped by Repeats (And if the Repeats are Encrusted In Diamonds)                              (It's all good, Right?) (

yesterday... you snapped me a smile, promised me roses and love. blew kisses goodbye. with trembling hands, i tucked in your folds slowly, a sighing blossom. swallowing my fear, i uncovered your secrets and left you behind. today... i miss your smooth skin, the dimple on your right cheek. the ways that you move. i lost you to time and a flame, hungry red. your edges were burned. someday, i'll find love in the bed of some girl. for now, your sheets will do. tomorrow... i'll see you in dreams and wake with tears in my eyes, but i'm letting go. your lips, glossy smooth, will tease my memories, but your petals are gone.

once, happiness was as simple as silver dangles on french wires and frosted pink lipstick then he came with dark hair and darker smiles, his bright blue eyes lit up when I walked in a room and happiness became complicated the nights... oh, the things we did in the dark (the light of day would have blushed had it seen) we swallowed each other whole like bottles of bad medicine, the kind that makes fools jump off buildings trying to fly but we were greedy, gorging on each other until we could hold no more happiness left with him now I dream again of happiness as simple as silver dangles on french wires