Blue RosesA Poem by Leah WilloughBased on Laura Wingfield from "The Glass Menagerie" and my ex-something who left me for some guy with a tongue-ring.You’re a charming thing No one’s ever been this kind I never thought that it’d be you Who finally broke my mind You’re a broken window I’ve been suffocating But lovers aren’t lovers When lovers leave you waiting You’re just a boy with freckles Who turns blue roses red And that woman’s just a girl With whom you share a bed You should probably know That you’re destroying us It’s hard to catch the light When you’re glass covered in dust You only think you love me Because I wilt for you But you cant break my glass Without bleeding too Back in 1925 you were a superstar You only seem to like me ‘Cause I remember who you are We are a love that’s fragile They’re certain we won’t last ‘Cause breaking’s what you do And I’m a girl of glass You said I was Blue Roses When I asked you what you meant You said I wasn’t like the others I was shattered, they were bent You aren’t saying that you’re sorry You’re just saying that you’re sad You aren’t trying not to hurt me You’re just hoping I’m not mad You’ll enjoy your life While I just try to breathe ‘Cause just like him and him and you Everyone will leave Back in 1927 you didn’t know my name ‘Cause all your friends and girlfriends Thought I was insane Our two hearts are fragile We’re certain we won’t last ‘Cause I’m stuck in the future And you’re stuck in the past You shouldn’t have kissed me You should have told the truth But that’s not what you did You left this rose blue © 2017 Leah Willough |
StatsAuthorLeah WilloughBrooklyn, NYAboutI write poems that would be songs if I knew how to write sheet music. more..Writing
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