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.
no longer choked by charred rope,
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.
© Drake J. Eszes