Sick LullabiesA Poem by We are young.Inspired by "Mr Bright side: By the Killers. Probably one the best I've ever written.
It’s time to find the songs that whisper your words as they fade away,
but never the ones that scream your name in too many syllables. Time to smooth away the curves and creases in my sheets where you could lie, and paint over the walls where I know I'll still lie to you. Time to watch the sunsets, and feel the light burn into my eager eyes, but it’s not quite yet the time to weep golden tears. It’s time to fold away the regrets and chances I never took, and splinter them into brittle diamond shards. I’ll plant them amongst the flowers, and watch them grow into mirror-trees, refracting your laughter, reflecting every shallow smile. - his hands slip along her skin, across the pearls and silk all the beautiful things he could never name. her fingers are pressed against his chest spread wide, nails red, violent red. through the window, I’m screaming. I can’t look at the satin-soaked images in my head and I can’t imagine them away. Flashes of red, each pulse of cartilage pushing me further. saints into sea, wine back to water. - If I could tell you now: I would have saved the words pushed them carefully into a bottle made of sea-glass and pulled until they stood tall, strong against the world’s eyes. I would have kept them safe, clutched against my chest as you sliced through my skin, painlessly, timelessly. The blood whispered away into spring air, and I still smiled as my lips rusted with your lies. I would have held my words close until summer-soaked skies beckoned her away, and you turned to me in momentary reprieve. I would have given my words to you then, and watched as you broke through the sea-salt glass to the meaning within. I would have stared at you, wide-eyed. Amazed with your distrust, That seemed to seep through your quivering lips.
© 2010 We are young.Author's Note
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Added on May 29, 2010Last Updated on May 29, 2010 AuthorWe are young.Peace Love Unity Respect, WAAboutI'm not going to same I'm not average, Because I am. I dance in the rain and make sick jokes. I'm not a person who speaks out or who states her opinion. I can be the calmest person when i want to, or .. more..Writing
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