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Violet Pink Roses

I could leave you here, bleeding in your ritual                                                                    

Praying for your mother, praying for your father                                                                    

You never could get over your addiction, and I don't think                                                        

I've ever seen you sober, trapped in that fruit punch snare, blank stare                                  

And being trapped, love always wins but when it gets dark                                                  

I look at the moon and think of you

 

Isn't it funny how some things never change                                            

And I love you everyday?

 

When the sun shines in my eyes, and no one understands                  

How I am dissolute in this handmade paradise                                                    

And my pen runs out of its ink, and I feel more hollow than usual                                              

On the bus ride home, seven hours to go                                                                                      

So what does it mean when I see your face in my dreams?                        

You are every hydrangea, every chameleon                                                                              

Seeping into those cracks of ironic paranoia                                                    

Neurons of circumstance

 

Isn't it funny how some things never change                                                                        

And I love you everyday?

Comments2

  • yellowrose

    Sad but sweet words . Nicely expressed , poem

  • Nicky Byrd

    Nice poem, I felt the raw emotion on this one



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