The wind,
wicks the rain off the roof of my home...
Taps the window, to say, “ good mornin!”
My body a corpse to time,
Nah, hour glass figure, of mine
Rather a classic etch e-sketch
shape
No grandiose life-
Just day by day,
I am a rain stick!
No matter which way,
my mood turns—
The sound of rain always follows
like teardrops fall in misery
I write of love
as if all my heartaches
could salvage
the pieces of their egos!
As if light could not cast shadows
The look always given, never surprises
Non verbal, did you really just...
To my, I wish I hadn’t
Discard me, whenever you please,
like the joker in a deck
Even with,
four kings in my corner,
Self-confidence
got me feeling less than sober
Selfishly,
Pull the rug underneath me,
just to watch me stumble
Slight of hand-
Withdrawn affection
Hurt by lack of understanding
the illusion behind your intentions.
A magic trick you have mastered!
I am the rabbit,
whose ears you tug.
I am the cadged love dove,
you let spread her wings;
Just to watch her disappear!
Disjoin the rings of
longevity promises.
Nevertheless,
endless circle conversations!
Like silk scarves from your lips...
Pull the quarter from behind someone else’s ear!
The currency for my time has changed
comprende
???
About the Creator
Saroyan Coles
I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
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