"cowarded" poems
Sitting and watching beauty pass me by
Had always been a simple task
When it came to beautiful music
And trees that acted like knives against
The blue and white sky that
Made sense in my eyes at the time
But the edges of the trees,
Toward the bottom, of course,
Had a tendency to be cut off by
Glass and the material her
Dash board was made if
She threw ice at their trunks
Who ever told her about their love of cold?
Who could when the love never existed?
I lost sight of the oak trees
I climbed before her demons took
Over what I knew of her and myself
The blue and white of my pure sky
Vanished behind red, the color
Of some adolescent's blood
And a grey shade of hatred
Brought by a lover's dead eyes.
The needles of the branches
Cowarded behind the idea that
Her type of winter could never come
Until the thrashing wind was
Knocking against the glass and
The dash board froze over
With too many diamonds and rubies.
Sitting and watching her destruction
**** all I'd ever loved in my world
Had always been a simple task.
Until the glass came shattering in.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 6:24 PM UTC
Everything I do with you is a blur when it's over but when we're together everything feels great.
Your smell is stuck in my nose and your image is burned into my eyes.
I remember wanting to hold your hand but not how many times I cowarded away from the idea.
I remember how many times I thought about kissing your face but I don't remember a time when I have.
These moments of clarity and these moments of fog are everything I thought they would be and maybe even a little more.
I'm not sure what we are but I like it. I like that what we are isn't a label but a feeling.
But most of all, I like you.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 2:26 AM UTC