Out of Body Blue BirdA Poem by TommyHere you sit, with a strained delicate smile upon your face; destined to convince the cracked concrete your sad eyes are hiding happiness. Lost in a daze, daydreams of yesterdays’ savor, honey suckled in bright warm sunlight, drifting in thoughts from echoing heart, yet, you’re so cold; subsist on this sorrow, while you’re reminded of the fated shadowed future which pursues as you loiter the past. A reminiscent yellow Rue blooms sorrow from the confirms of time. Lonesome cheeks missing the warming grasp of devotion. And yet, the hundred proof’s grown old to the buds of your mouth. A blossom withered to the loss of quench. It used to numb the ache; she used to kiss tenderly. That last pucker, it skipped the lips, and hardened your heart. A rock, a shattered foundation, she walked on air as you buried yourself in lament amnesia of hope. Out of body blue bird, I sing your song, and reside in your soul, of regret…
© 2011 T.G. Hopkins III© 2012 TommyAuthor's Note
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