SIRENS

A Boy With Roses

All of this shit building up leaves me drifting                                                                    

Indifferent and coughing in the smoke                                                                                  

I take off my clothes, and I want to believe there's hope                                                        

In that tornado before the lull                                                                                                

I soak in the lukewarm air, but I can't remember                            

The sound of your voice echoing                                                                                            

Those times when my memories were full of life                                                          

And every hill was another night dreaming                                                                      

All of this shit building up leaves me drifting                                                              

Into houses I don't know, meeting new people and swimming                                        

We take off our clothes and it feels like we're being born again                                          

In love again, we dive headfirst into the golden sun                                                                      

Too stoned to think properly, too young to understand                                                  

All the troubles my mother had to go through, the bubbles                                                

We popped on simple flights when we feel the itch                                                            

Looking out the window of the car in the backseat                                                              

I think of your smile, late night fireworks exploding                                                        

And everything brings me back, remembering memories                                                        

I never had, the silence in the eyes of my pets                                                                  

These clouds are my best friends                                                                                  

Waiting, but tomorrow feels like it's forever away                                                              

And my dreams tonight are aeons of torture                                                                    

Dreaming of your love, time when it's just you and me                                                              

Just you and me.   

 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 9th, 2021 19:03
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