I keep writing songs,
chicken scratch that litters the bathroom walls like wet hair.
I keep falling into a certain rhythm of
hate this, not that
The keys of the piano..
Sometimes they twist and warp into an endless sea of black and white
And I, enchanted, cannot look away.
No,
I
can't
look away.
And soon I become one with the music.
I have become one
- for the first time -
with something that isn't you!
And, oh, I'm sure you're just fuming at the thought.
You, with your senseless talk
and your putrid words.
You seem to only ever hold a flame,
or even a flicker of a torch,
for your own childish intentions.
You sit there,
watching over all of us
with this dominating smirk on your face.
Playing God.
But I can see you now,
beaten and exhausted;
The sweat rolling down your temples
like rain from hell.
And I only lie there
(the music reaching a sweet crescendo)
with a smile upon my teary eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Written In Verse
Poetry🍪💛Honey and Coco💛🍪: we are doing this thing where we each write a poem and send it to eachother every day.This will help us keep in contact with each other, share our opinions, and gain writing skills :) We decided to document them in this "stor...
