Dreaming In Color

Reads: 185  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about hope, worry, and disgust. Comments are appreciated, thank you.

Submitted: January 31, 2009

A A A | A A A

Submitted: January 31, 2009

A A A

A A A


Your lips just taste like acid
and frankly, I haven't got the stomach for it

I held your breath until you let mine go
I cut out my heart and I hope that it shows
is that the hole where the wind runs through
running on breath and tears is a hard thing to do

When I saw you there by the city lights
I hoped the scars on my sleeve wouldn't catch your eye
I saw you screaming
you heard me crying
now where's the love in that

I've got a self-made bruise on the front of my chest
where my ribcage is split and my souls laid to rest
I hope its true
that all I need is a little glue

When I saw you there by the city lights
I hoped the scars on my sleeve wouldn't catch your eye
I saw you screaming
you heard me crying
now where's the love in that

My eyelashes caught you inside so I can sleep for a while
and dream with you in my eyes
my heartbeat sighs for a beat
can you stay with me please
and hold me even though I'm awake

When I saw you there by the city lights
I hoped the scars on my sleeve wouldn't catch your eye
I saw you screaming
you heard me crying
now where's the love in that


© Copyright 2018 Alice Sykes. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments: