Hidden inside a cocoon,
color wouldn't breach in
all I saw were the shades
the world made on the walls.
Curious you shook the whole,
as a child would Christmas morn,
a muffled dead echo was all,
but got you to kiss my skin.
Your pointy curved thorn
rubbed my projection screen
and freed me from the gloom
tore the fabric off scene.
My wings liberated to spread
made your eyes bloom.
I cannot understand why
but I filled your blue sky.
All the while your kiss,
it still brings me to tears
as it is ever more dense
with the wet grass scent...
the fountain water splash,
the sparrow flappin' sound,
the moist of the breeze
from this roses ground.
You bloom in me ever more
more than I thought would fit,
and which is strangest of all
started with a kiss from a rose.
I walk along this boardwalk
my mind full of regret.
I can't believe what happened
It hasn't completely set.
I stormed out on her,
full of steam my mind.
My emotions how they've stirred,
It was quarter after nine.
It is now ten thirty,
I've come back to the house relaxed.
I opened the door, surprised at what I saw.
my house completely trashed.
Poetry strewn about the floor
my projection screen destroyed.
Stab wounds in my leather sofa,
now I am annoyed.
A note she left on the table
described in detail her reason.
How I was unfaithful,
committing lovers treason.
So she believed it fair,
since I broke her heart.
To break me of the things I am,
and that was just the start.
The mistake that I had made
and the consequence received.
Lost me the one who I held dear
no matter how hard I'd plea.
It wasn't all the broken things,
that irritated me so.
It was being untrue, I was such a fool
That is what I get for being a hoe.
Jared Pickett
2/25/2010
Asavvy1
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