"clishe" poems
tonight your beauty brings me pain
smile not like hail(hell), like rain
but like the fourth under torrent
when your sister "as a joke"
did us a favor, locked the back door
pouring rain, we had to walk through
lingered as long as we could without suspicion
kissed more deeply than i ever could have imagined
let cold drops of liquid dreams roll down our skin
but we were warm entwined and right where we were supposed to be
all those moments when we had
realized that we wouldn't mind at all
if this clishe of romance would
transpire between friends became lovers
no one can take this from us
the day our outlines melted away
into nothing, in the rain
returned soaked and feigned
anger as best as i could
with a smile on my face
Feb 13, 2012
Feb 13, 2012 at 2:02 PM UTC
cliche ****
i wrote clishe
she corrected it
irked me
there was a nerve
it hit
tonight she shirked me
off like a shirt that slipped
from her shoulders.
maybe, when there was a doubt, i should have done more than told her,
i shouldnt have done anything more than hold her,
maybe it was a mistake, to think, our love might make
a bad decision okay, that things wouldnt change,
maybe break,
i dont know what to say
but ill fight, do what it takes
to face
everything
that i want to
escape
because somehow, this was fate.
Bleed to keep what you love,
before it's to late. . .
Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 6:54 PM UTC