Primary Colors
I don’t remember happy
It’s been gone awhile
I smile to convince myself
But it’s like lying on cold tiles
I wonder at which point
I lost my giggle and my grin
When did the switch flip
It can’t be gone because of him
I like to pretend
The truth is a wall of armory
But the words are from a book I didn’t read
The story you told must have been a forgery
Familiar is a script on rerun
And your circus is just passing through
Except your tricks are fancy
Got me lost without a clue
How did you get in
My hustle must have stumbled
Soul searching
Chasing after trouble
What happened to my Peter Pan
He wasn’t supposed to leave
Now he’s off hunting
Going back upstream
The treasure that you're after
It’s exactly what it used to be
The map's the same
You think you’ll find something you didn’t see
Hope floats
And wishes wash away
Some gifts just have pretty paper
But mainly they’re a waste
Wrap your expectations up
Stop running to hide
Turn your back and eliminate her
The other is teary-eyed
Now all I have is memories
Alcoholic dreams
Hazy days that rolled away
Summer heat reveries
I watched you sip my secrets
Mix emotions in your drinks
Let me believe empty security
Nothing more than just a glimpse
Copyright © Madeleine Loggia | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment