Liar

I pale in the night 

Just the wound of a person--

The phantom of a name

Cast in the shadow of 

Raindrops down the gutter

Of an old porch. 

Cigarettes smoking between 

The skin of my bones 

Held like 

The only light

For miles, for miles. 

Agony is still under my nails 

Hanging around 

For the scent of coffee 

Spilled on your shirt 

The laughter held 

Between your teeth 

That dies

When my chords 

Strike midnight, play softly 

Fading across your face.

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Beautiful lines. Enjoyed reading 🙂

[emmajoygreen]

Powerful and passionate words, part love, part unsure - even more.
What a dramatic writer you are. The word 'pithy' comes to mind. is better.

'Hanging around
For the scent of coffee
Spilled on your shirt
The laughter held
Between your teeth
That dies
When my chords
Strike midnight, play softly
Fading across your face.

Your ending is both sad and yet, defiant.