You dropped an atomic bomb
On my porcelain heart
And you watched the mushroom
Cloud tear me apart.
My feelings are like ashes,
They do not burn anymore
With flames higher than flashes
Of lighting; resembling a sycamore
tree, the explosion fades away
Slowly, my heart is made of ember,
Finding solace, i try to keep it at bay,
Now that i see who you are sober.
YOU ARE READING
2 am poetry
Poetryscraps, free verses and little poems from my notes app that come to my mind on sleepless nights :)
