The Rebirth Of The ButterfliesA Poem by Hannabal_MarieIn a cruel world, love is born.The neon sign is alive
Throbbing like a heartbeat A moth flutters to its death With every light it seems to meet The world whispers your name as much as it does It’s still not the same The streetlight is my spotlight crowds cheer but there’s no one in sight The wanderer is a star a flicker in a dark room a man is in the trees could there be love after doom?! Zoot Suit Riot If I’d been born without a mouth I’d still wouldn’t be quiet A groan of motorcycles wake me A kind voice shakes me Out of this sad rut And fills butterflies inside my gut Diamonds shatter on the windshield When you’re abandoned on the highway There’s no reflection in the glass Where that dog has been left to stray Jack’s on easy street While Jill’s having Hard times Smile and nod And girl, don’t forget your lines!!! You’ll look like a fool if you do Then he’d never be into you Traffic fireflies Smear across the page If you’re a rat I’ll be the cat stuck in the cage Rubberman’s deformed He wears a mask to hide But all his scars are present On the other side The way you stared at me Like you would devour my heart I’ll be the painter If you’ll be my work of art 'I love you'- too sudden, Too fast But the deeds done Like a spell been cast Hello, Mr. Broken! How do you do? It’s nice to meet you, I’m broken too! Let’s pile us together, Fill each empty hole With a shard from each of our broken soul I know I could never be her But I wish to help you forget her name All I have to give is my love And I know it won’t be the same I couldn’t promise you the world It’s a cruel place when you’re down but what I can promise you Is I’ll always be around I do love you But not in vain But with all I have left in me I know you fear the same fears, my dear But soon in time you’ll see The nights are long, But they are quiet If your heart’s already broken, could I still buy it? In time I will hold you soon Until then you’ll remain A ghost in my room! © 2014 Hannabal_Marie |
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Added on November 24, 2014 Last Updated on November 24, 2014 Tags: love, romance, relationship AuthorHannabal_MarieUnder your bed, CAAboutThe name's Hannabal Marie. I am a vaudevillian of sorts and a crazy cat lady who paints her face to Tom Waits. I live in my own world most of the time and I enjoy every minute of it. I am merely makin.. more..Writing
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