Such pride she brought,
Their only daughter,
Indeed,
Their joy!
She walked on water,
Their pride and joy,
She gave them wings,
Without doing anything,
There was nothing to expect,
Baby girl was perfect,
They kept her safe,
Choices made,
She loved her swing and gilded cage,
No friends,
No callers,
Not even a knock,
So pretty she never noticed the lock
©B L Costello 2019

Anxious again,
My chest feels tight,
Pass that thing and give me light
It’s only better when I inhale,
Taking a drag,
I’m driving the nails,
I know it stinks,
I have bad manners,
But how I love to swing that hammer,
Friends and family have objections,
I have my very own section!
Isolated
Dark predictions,
I rub it out and blame addiction
©B L Costello 2019

It is all pre planned,
It is all pre-seasoned,
We are all prepacked for the same reason,
No surprise,
I know that smell,
Predetermined?
Who lives to tell?
Preoccupied,
I am still afraid,
These thoughts repeat,
They are pre-made,
I will be fine,
I am not scared,
It is okay,
I am prepared
©B L Costello 2019

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

Who holds the sun,
makes the rain,
he gives you no possessions
…and you will learn nothing,
it’s a gift….
Not a lesson,
His mercy….
You never notice the change,
Memory lost,
Experienced gained
As I am I
You will be you,
Here at last?
Deja Vue
B L Costello © 2017

Fire !

so it goes with anger

a ballerina

the forest

or my Catilina when she is jealous

for the moth

it is the gate to eternity

but for the wise moth

the secret to life

is to come back

with singed wings

Last night in bed you held my hand,
You caressed my fingertips,
I felt so very happy,
I thought that we might kiss,
But I was only dreaming,
This bed is an abyss,
I woke up untouched,
My hand in a fist,
And you beside me
Never knew,
Eyes closed,
Perhaps just dreaming,
That smile on your face
Is there any meaning?
I fear someday you’ll tell me,
Is it just a mask?
Watching you turn over,
I am just tired too to ask.
©B L Costello 2019
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