Violets Are Blue

A Boy With Roses

Echoing words like butterflies                                                                                  

Pierce through me like the grey of seaside mist                                                      

Breath looking for a soft place to land                                                                                            

All those summers we took for granted still haunt me                

And in the stumbling moonlight I sink into my trembling hands                                        

All of your hatred and misguided frustrations                                                                

Sail into dark waters, and your tongue gets caught                                                      

In the snare of a bitter lie, but your shield is getting weak                                            

And I can see through you like the paper I've traced                                                          

How you're always trying to prove your love                                                          

How I'm longing to touch your face

 

Light is too big for hate to comprehend                                                                  

The river has gone and it's time for me to sleep                                                        

Pearls glitter in me, I'm a bean on a string                                                              

Dwelling in misty caves of strange forgetfulness                                                                  

A fish on a hook, sweeping black-white cream                                                        

Sulphur-bent pilot looking for that philosopher's stone                                                    

I'm over the games we play                                                                                        

The fog rolling down the hill, the waterfall of sadness                                                          

A flash of shiny moonlight, eyes bleeding thoughts with no colours                    

The heroin of your primrose sinking in                                                                            

I walk down halls of water-damaged photos hanging in silver frames                                

And in those cruel moments, I forget the way                                                    

Forgot what I was going to say and became a reaction                                                  

Blind to all the things that have happened                                                                    

The seas we've crossed, the lands we've crossed                                                                  

Just to be here, singing about freedom 

 

Morning is a witch                                                                                                    

Night is a symptom

 

The sky is a road we're soaring through                                                                  

Holding on for the ride, the violins piercing my ears                                                      

All of this delight escaping like smoke from my memories                                  

Yesterday is long gone, a wing looking at the Northern Star                                        

Remembering how the years passed and left us breathless                                            

How you left me with this suitcase of hurting                                                              

Warm hands stretching out to feel nothing                                                              

We pray and believe, these days there's no faith                                                      

These old fashioned walls have opened the floodgates                                                    

So we sit in our misery and smile at little things                                                            

We raise our glasses and nod, when a new day begins                                                      

And the leaves are falling 

 

Morning is a witch                                                                                                    

Night is a symptom.

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 6th, 2021 19:04
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