I'm a little puzzled by this statue
It's meant to show love
But it's too smooth for a breakthrough
Filled with butterflies and a dove
Clean, pristine
What is it meant to mean?
The love I know is messy
Am I doing it wrong?
Sweats and dressy
iPhone and Walkman song
Aesthetic when we try
Broken when we don't
Your statue's a lie
Defenestrate to the moat
Unless I'm doing this wrong
I can't be
Been like this too long
You know, crashing through a tree?
It's pretty while it hits you in the gut
And when you get to the ground, and look around
Every fail like a cut
I don't know if the statue is a lie
Or if it's me
All I know is this tie
Telling me I'm happy
I just hope I didn't bruise
All the best parts of you
YOU ARE READING
Passionate Poems and Demure Drawings
PoetryPoems and pictures, filled with back-and-forth, battling emotions. Some are lighthearted as can be, practically fit for a children's story, while some are dark and wild, taking a nature the opposite of mild.
