Marco's Blood is Chardonnay

He can’t figure out what to do with this love

All these years have nothing to show

He feels like he’s drowned in the darkness above

He can’t figure out how to tell her to go

 

My gosh, he can’t find his soul

Where did you hear it last Marco?

 

Marco’s blood is sweet like chardonnay

His love for her bleeds through the walls

I think she might leave, to his dismay

 

Oh man, he can’t find his tongue

Where did you see it last Marco?

 

Everything has gone sour Marco

But it’ll be alright, we’re all in these words

 

He can’t figure out how to sing with the wind

Every time he tries, the tears pour out

Why do the words feel like stabs?

If she sees him cry, she’ll scream and shout

 

Oh no, he can’t find his lamb

Where did you taste it last Marco?

 

Everything has gone sour Marco

But it’ll be alright, we’re all in these words

Reviews

[Tom]

Finely penned poetic tale of unrequited love, perhaps an infusion of something stronger than Chardonnay may stiffen Marco's resolve?

[Destiny_Brown]

That very well may be the case! Thank you for reading!

[Tony Jordan]

I think his blood is merlot - go much better with lamb I feel. But never mind that.
You really created the feeling of a one sided love here - one that will not end well and you created a really sad atmosphere too.

[Destiny_Brown]

hmm very interesting. That was in fact the atmosphere I was trying to create. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment!

[John the Baptist]

An interesting and well rhymed character sketch. Marco's blood does indeed sound like chardonnay. Perhaps he needs a transfusion of malbec.

[Destiny_Brown]

haha good point! Thanks for the feedback!