Silence

Silence is my best enemy
And my sourest friend
With fruits of all flavours
As you can read
Silence is my accomplice
It's my confederate
In a red dress
Clinging to a dummy's shapes
Broad hips
And a slender waist
Perfect
I'm looking for my niche
Under my toes
Scrubbing a hotel's bathroom floors
And while flushing down the waste of snooty guests
I'm dreaming of better days
In a big city's lascivious river banks
My face sinking in neon rays
Dangling above our discotheques entrance
Into a better place
Into sticking to our guns
As our stubborn youth
Is so intent on pursuing the most sophisticated goals
We high-fliers
Never surrender to the second best
I'm climbing a scaffolding
And my burning feet
Are shoving me above
Clouds of lice and all kinds of vices
It's now enough to reach out
And get hold of your sole
Of your heel
Sneaking out through its hole.
Marry me at this height
Silvered with a panoramic dazzling light
Making me feel so alive.

Reviews

[Chris]

"sourest" or perhaps "surest"? Both do give different slants to your thoughts.

THIS is a person to share the paths with... well said

[Kate]

I will probably erase some of my old stuff. Truly terrible 😅

[Chris]

That would be a shame... our thoughts are ourselves. You weren't being dinged, just being asked.