HOPE gives us a flying start
thrilling as electricity
each of a pair of cables thick
as thieves-
Fitted with clips,
like butterflies
our relation brandnew
as a new car smell
Disloyal arms leave scars
by fits and starts
on UNSECPECTING hearts
unspectacular heartache
One-sidedly
steering though our bad days
Painstakingly unspoken
like a FALSE start
Devalue appreciation
complements throttled down
His need for instant gratification
steering US towards
a crossroads-
There's no play in the wheel,
steering away from you
Betrayal leaves arms disburse
like living comfort out of a car-
Warm bodies can’t energize
a cold-hearted soul
Wrapping my head around your untrustworthiness
like a STREETLIGHT
HIS consideration braindead
like two battery cells
WE
can’t jump another
barefaced liar!
NO stranger to your shifty-looking smile
my tears his perfect stranger
hidden in a tissue of lies
my Kleen-Ex
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Saroyan Coles
I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
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