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About This Poem
A Jealous Heart
Yes,
you figured me out.
My smile has become crooked,
hammered down upon guillotine pedestal.
Her strands of tormented wishes,
now caressed by singer’s ebb & flow.
Baritone lyrics glide out in wanton scope.
Hope
no longer choked by charred rope,
double-knotted sadness.
Mercury skies rain down.
White satin mystery, solved.
Or so it’s proclaimed…
Joy’s declaration made upon Paper-Mache falsities,
placing reservations on matters of the heart.
True happiness thrives on sunrise currency,
not clouded futures.
…
Yeah, you figured me out.
This smile has become crooked.
No toothpick can hold this up high.
I guess this tear knew all along.
But, I walk on.
As I continue to pay my price,
writing out reality checks.
I know I’ll always be your friend.
Just
not today.
© Drake J. Eszes
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