Bruise

Back, way back, into our sepia memories
With the soundless videotapes of our adventures
I wore the pilot goggles and grass-stained overalls
You held our silver lead-painted magic wands
“Hurry to the army base!” we squealed
Did you forget those days when we fought dragons?
Slayed the beasts and conquered kingdoms?
Met Elves and fairies and served great kings?
Well, when you stopped meeting me under the tree
I guess the magic finally left your heart
When we met again, it was at the street corner
A scarf wrapped around my dress collar
It was the middle of winter, you remember
A smoking stick hanging off of your lip
Your eyes had gotten watery and dark after that
You always seemed tired and dizzy
“I never get any sleep” was your constant lie
You'd invite me over and lock me in
My blood and bruises acted as your painkillers
The belt tattooed red against my hip
My eyes darkened with grief for your own pain
The magic stayed within my heart, even when you struck
I allowed it, because I knew your gray pain
Boiling black within your magic-less heart
I'll wait for you, now, back at the army base
My pilot goggles and grass-stained overalls
The world will fit back into perfection
When you bring our silver lead-painted magic wands

Reviews

[*[[ Cadence ]]*]

you have quite a talent. loooved this!

[No use.]

enhanced illusions or not, the heart will beat for the one it wants~ bruise and all , bring it :P

[Elizabeth]

Wow. Just wow. From the sepia memories to the pilot goggles, every image is laden with a hint of ... something hidden. Damn good job on this one.

[Emunah June.]

Oh my...I feel most sad now D:

[Jane Doe]

I love it! its wonderful
It;s different it new its amazing
i truely do like it

[Arizona Sky]

i really liked this...
and almost sadly i can relate to this...alot

[Coyote Poetry]

A poem with many stories hidden. I would like this to be expanded to a book. Would be a interesting tale. You create many good visions with your words. A excellent poem.
Coyote