"aranged" poems
Me...
Is that all you requier?
Come then, join me by this fire.
We can talk.
Whilst keeping each other company.
Time stood still so we could play.
However, it's not your Favorite game.
But the pieces are all aranged.
I wont keep score.
Could you beat me?
I'm not sure.
See, when it come to matters of the heart,
there is no one better. I've mastered the art.
I'll sweep you off your feet.
holding you close to me,
since there is no one else you see.
Or maybe you need more than me...
In the sence, quite literaly.
It's hard to share emotions equally.
No matter what, I bare this pain unevenly.
Cruel you say. I bled most definitively.
Whilst you cried wolf, and took most things dear to me...
is that all I am.
A fool?
Some thing you would use half heartedly?
There is no excuse,
there will be no trial,
I will brand you as defiled.
Now, leave me.
take whats left and go.
You never loved me, only the idea of "me".
There is no more we.
Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 4:42 PM UTC
the queen of the weekend wakes
and looks around her chamber
loosesly scattered Target clothes cover the **** carpet floor
she walks to the shower and pours Bath and Body works soap in her hair
dries her face and puts on her CVS brand make up
proudly walks to her wallet and go to Dunkin Donuts for a coffee
she sits and puts her earphones in
hair up in a damp bun
she sips her coffee and watches the flow of people through the glass pane door
at 3 o clock she get up and calls her friends
a plan to meet at Cha Chas in manhatten is aranged for 7pm
she goes home and picks the clothes off the floor
goes to the tiny closet and pulls out a slinky black dress and heels
curls her hair and re applies her mascara and lip stick
she grabs her phone and wallet and heads out the door to go find her king
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 10:32 PM UTC