An Anglo Consertina, a Bugle and a Guitar.

silence of me

 On the right side of your neck is where I rest my chin and sigh

I could kiss you collar bone till I died

Treacherous,

Beautiful green eyed girl

You look at me with manipulation

Pretentious,

Desperate change, you use life to twirl

Enjoy enjoy this new life,

This fake sensation

 

 

We won most battles

We rarely got lost

You smeared yourself on that mirror

Melting girls

We are…

Watching them defrost

 

 

You used to be my head turner

My last I love you… I’d murmur

My heart

My scar

I’ll always love you

With time I’ll forgive

But never forget

Nothing further

 

We won most battles

We rarely got lost

You smeared yourself on that mirror

Melting girls

We are…

Watching them defrost

 

We won most battles

We rarely got lost

You smeared yourself on that mirror

Melting girls

We are…

Watching them defrost

 

Reviews

[Charles D. Moorer]

An interesting piece. The anger is a double edged sword that has managed to cut you too. Forgetting is when you know you have forgiven.