I'm sitting at an empty theatre
and I can hear your favorite song
I'm sitting here trying to mutter
but my lyrics just dont belong
there's a lady wearing your dress
and I can't see her face
I want to walk up to her and confess
all this hurt taking up my space
she's making me blink profusely
I can't see the movie anymore
my tears do something admonitory
like sting my eyes to the core
I can't even hear them
because you're laughing so hard
it becomes more cumbersome
and I wonder if I'm mad
where the hell did you come from ?
or is it this lady in your dress ?
she keeps acting like my mum
and I her pretty princess
but she isn't
and your dead
why are you so adamant ,
in my head ?
maybe it's my fault
because I won't let you go
I have wounds with your salt
that should have gone long ago
even now so ,
I'm sitting in an empty theatre
seeing a movie you don't know
I'm humming a song I can't quite remember
while watching the ghost of you go .
YOU ARE READING
queen. |✓|
Poetry(POETRY ABOUT MOTHERHOOD & LOVE ) You whisper "My queen " and I can only stare ahead because there's nothing for me to say except think of how much I'm dead Think of how so far gone I am I'm loose in touch with reality because I still see you sc...
