GreedA Poem by Noche
Two days I've kept up this smile,
And I'll admit it stuck for a while, Lead me to believe I was alright, As I steer us away from any fight.
I know I need more than most, I'm jealous, I'm selfish, I've nothing to boast, And sure, I'm not perfect though I know no one Truly is, but with you I've felt I have won.
At this game we wake to play, Charades moving day by day, As I guess what ails you so, Deep down below...
And maybe I, Am a passerby, Who's welcome is almost overstayed, Or maybe I'm something more. That you have made,
This clockwork knight who is still wound, Moving bound, His angel that seems so distant. Caught in the reminiscent,
Dreams that they still share, Knowing that she still does care, Though at times words fall short, In the clockwork court --
Surrounded by the clicking of time, A past that continues to chime, Into the winding heart of the knight still, Crumbling his will.
Though words would be the perfect cure, To tell him he can endure, The rusting of his fallible mind, That never should he find,
Her words mingled with another, That his being is without other, Never to be replaced. Now that he's a taste,
Of the sweetness of her longest notes, Heartfelt clouds of which he floats, Waiting to hear the sweet lyrics of her prose, With a crinkle at the end of her nose.
A smile to sate the clockwork knight, For it takes two to make things right.
© 2013 NocheAuthor's Note
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