Poet #4- Untitled?

MUSIC: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PzlTvDD-7ws

 

Eyes glazed as a picture frame.
Broken glass in crooked panes.
Reminiscing carpet stains,
where my love 
was cruelly slain. 

Memories rush back to me,
flooding like a swelling sea.
Pictures of you on t.v,
black and white, 
loop
silently.

Now like me,
this home is weak,
Heavy with its memories.
Dusty light blinds what I see,
streaming from the curtain seams. 

My heart for you was bitter sweet,
trembling ‘neath the tapestries

Dancing eyes
And swooning sighs
I became your lover
Youth at play
We passed the day
Gazing at each other...

Your gentle heart and fragrant kiss
bound me to your tenderness.
your passion took a hold of me
and squeezed me so I couldn't breathe.

Eyes glazed as a picture frame,
broken glass in crooked panes.
Reminiscing carpet stains,
where my love 
drove me 
insane.
 
Memories rush back to me.
Flooding like an angry sea.
Beat you breathless on t.v.
dark and red,
And silently.

The End

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