Dewey

A Boy With Roses

I light another cigarette, in the dance of fire and smoke                                                        

Orange embers faintly glowing and I can't breathe                                                                               

But I feel you John, children playing softly in fields                                                                                  

And the sky gets dark, and the piano echoes                                                                

And I read words, poems burning through my skin                                              

Experience and nature, staring into nothing                                                                          

I feel the seconds remembering just a moment ago                                                            

But I've forgotten and I'm looking through my brain                                                                

I don't know where you went, although I'm waiting for you                                                

Come back to me and show me your precious smile                                                

Sweating in a cold room, you have no idea how I feel                                                  

How the pain lingers and the music caresses my bones                                                        

I could live in you, swim through you                                                                        

Breathe into your shallow hopelessness and blink                                                          

And I think, and I think                                                                                      

You possess so much beauty unfound                                                                  

Bristling notes of perfume in melodramatic dreams                                     

Dyed-in-the-wool and pouring candlewax on your seams                                       

It's a shame you don't know what love means                                                                        

And you bite, and you bite                                                                                          

Biting hard at those impenetrable seeds                                                                                                    

I want to stay here                                                                                                          

But I think it's time to leave. 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 5th, 2021 18:16
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Comments1

  • Lorna

    I felt this one very intensely....



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