Times are tough my dear; the hurt is never ending.
I heard your message, and I'm sorry darling,
But it never was worth sending.
My memories will stay hidden away.
Broken kisses and empty frames,
Under bed sheets, there to stay.
Thinking of places and hands to hold,
Thinking of sayings and songs that seemed old.
Red couches and diamonds shaped like pillows,
Kisses and heart break; memories under the willow.
We talked about nothing, everything and more,
But now it's time, shut the memories, lock the door.
For as we take a stroll, hand in hand,
Talking about people, without fame- plain and bland.
You'll kiss my cheek and say it's alright,
But baby look, the bright up ahead, cinema light,
The movies at its end.
That picnic, the heat and the burns on my back,
The sun is shining bright, but if it's us,
It's surely black.
Romeo oh Romeo, he was such a fad,
When he died at the altar,
For sure he was glad,
As he pushed and twisted till families were done,
Their love was the match that blew up the sun.
I'll call from my balcony but oh don't you see?
I'm Juliet,
and I'm as dead as can be.
YOU ARE READING
Bones
Poetrythis is a poetry anthology of how the deepest emotions are intertwined within our bones. {cover by the amazing @Night-Eye}
