The earrings are as many shades of purple
as the shades of brown in my hair.
I have more than you.
The earrings shimmer like the wine-dark sea
under the sun.
Now they twinkle in city lights
as we get sweets in the night.
The earrings are heavy, cheap perfume,
like the scent of our hall.
The earrings smell like a nickel stored in a jar.
I owe you a few,
or is the debt on you?
The earrings are fraternal twins.
Don't worry, I like it--
they're less confusing.
The earrings are children true to themselves.
I think you fight and empower,
but maybe you're a common, trampled flower.
The earrings are a joyful expression of freedom--
our too-carefree talks.
A nervous expression of freedom--
you didn't believe him, or me.
A gentle, friendly, sensitive expression of freedom--
thank you.
The earrings are as tenuous
as our time together.
A/N: This was one of the pieces I wrote in a writing class in summer 2019. The prompt was to write about a random everyday object, and to use lots of metaphors/similes.
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PoetryPoem anthology made up of my poems from the past few years. Sometimes dark, sometimes meaningful, sometimes random.
