They say, I am a
'Party girl, a sugercloud kisser,
Just a high class disappearing act'
Put the jeans in the washer,
Gusty October
Winds dancing through my hair.
.
Let me set the scene
It's interesting,
'Boy do I know you?'
.
Charming smile and crooked charm
I was out of time
Not out of harm.
.
If only,
You could consider this propitious
because I will
We could feel perfect...
.
If only
I was a party girl
Sugercloud kisser
Too overlooked for
Disappearing act...
.
If only
Staring across three tables
Songs hazy in our eyes
Stars across lights
we encode secret messages
Could you meet me at midnight?
Would be enough, maybe...
If only
If only
.
.
Everything feels quite perfect
Just not quite the same
One moment of weakness
Becomes strings of truth
Spilling out of my mouth
Voice hoarse and throat dry
I cry tears of regret
I write unpolished shit
Like frost kiss
Like ruptured hope
Like rhythm of time
Avoiding interstates in favor of back roads
Would you show up by the band room to hang out?
Or would you be still afraid on the lookout
Could things be different?
I didn't know what to say and you weren't saying anything
'Well it was a helluva night.' Well,
Damn right
.
Mountain Dew, mouth right next to my ear
I could feel the smile on my cheek
Buildings change extravagant exterior
It's the same shit inside
Painted window sills and dancing reflections
Paper girl swaddling through winding streets
Our strings of rusted time
Cascaded down as crusts of maroon...
.
.
But I was a Party girl, a sugercloud kisser,
Just an overloaded disappearing act
Inside your chest
Are you with someone else?
Is it just my angst
Or are you losing from me?
Put the jeans in the washer
Gusty October
Winds dancing in my hair
Through slashy rains...
.
.
If only
We were a scam,
To keep the wheel from falling
Mask to keep the facade burning
Hoax like the feelings I keep feeling for you.
Some words have more than one meaning
Meanings that become layered with passing years
.
If only your
Charming smile and crooked charm
Was enough
Could you meet me at midnight?
Staring across three tables
Songs hazy in our eyes
Stars across lights
Would be enough,
Maybe, if I wasn't
a Party girl, a sugercloud kisser,
Just an overloaded disappearing act
If only
If only
Could have been enough.
Xxx
YOU ARE READING
ink stains on my fingers
PoetryI wanted to make something like this from a long time now, so I suppose this is a notes app equivalent of my phone. Nothing personal to be found, just random things typed at random times from midnight to 3 'o' clock and in between boring classes und...
