You, To Whom
May 17, 2015 § Leave a comment
Creeping through the leaves,
Playing with a rough breeze.
Similar subtle ray of sunlight,
Finding slow death at night.
That was the story of ours,
I could rhyme it for hours.
Though it cracks me open,
I tend to tale it quite often.
To strangers I swear it’s accidental.
To friends I claim it’s monumental.
But how we met was ordinary,
A coffee, a joint and a life story.
You bragged about your travels,
Had enough to say for novels.
I was easily impressed,
You were under-dressed.
My hair was messy and blue,
You were crazy wrong but true.
“Not enough to lose” you’d say,
Convincing enough for me to play.
The perfectly decorated sanctuary,
Nothing to regret but missionary.
Matters not who’s beneath,
Only who’s kept their teeth.
To see your face behind the smoke,
Took skills that you ruthlessly broke.
Looking back, I admit I didn’t mind,
I find that later, I could rewind.
I shouldn’t blame you for spoiling,
What you carelessly found boiling.
I can not tell you not to bate,
What only you could create.