manic
with one flick of the finger
you tug at my world
with one lick of your lips
you taste my wounds
and I'm slipping, I'm gone
and I'm manic, I'm scorned
and you're still laughing at me
like it's a trick
like the man in the red balloon
with one wink of the eye
you burn a hole through my soul
with one blink of your gaze
you watch my head roll
and I'm flying high, I'm raw
and I fall hard, I crawl
and you're still smiling at me
like it's a game
like the man in the blue moon
YOU ARE READING
Tearful Canvas: A Collection
PoetryA book of poetry. My very own twisted sanctuary - pieces of art, history, love, hate, and everything in between.
