Camouflaged confidence and disguised wishes,
Scratched nail paints and sunlit kisses,
Hued lips and blackened eyes,
A battle of infinite tries.
But not once, the perfect color,
Or the right word to utter,
A lipstick, a majestic dress,
In constant attempts to impress,
The world, that differentiates.
In the fear of being tyrannized,
I hesitate, and paint my lips with lies,
Of colors I loathe, abhor,
Pink, sometimes orange, or gold.
Not once, red, do I wear,
Is it, but a fear?
Of labels so appalling,
Grotesque image, oblivious falling.
Someday, I'll knit a poem,
Untangle the hidden rhyme,
And wear, the bold of all reds,
Despite of it, being a crime.
Scratched nail paints and sunlit kisses,
Hued lips and blackened eyes,
A battle of infinite tries.
But not once, the perfect color,
Or the right word to utter,
A lipstick, a majestic dress,
In constant attempts to impress,
The world, that differentiates.
In the fear of being tyrannized,
I hesitate, and paint my lips with lies,
Of colors I loathe, abhor,
Pink, sometimes orange, or gold.
Not once, red, do I wear,
Is it, but a fear?
Of labels so appalling,
Grotesque image, oblivious falling.
Someday, I'll knit a poem,
Untangle the hidden rhyme,
And wear, the bold of all reds,
Despite of it, being a crime.
Shit, you are good. I think even that is an understatement on the worthwhile effort you have clearly done on this.
ReplyDelete"My daughter's eyes they are two tiny seas,
whose water will rise and then down her cheeks.
The sea calls my name and so I must go,
while they still sleep I'm going to slip out the door,
but how can I leave with my anchors ashore? "
Shit, you are good. I think even that is an understatement on the worthwhile effort you have clearly done on this.
ReplyDelete"My daughter's eyes they are two tiny seas,
whose water will rise and then down her cheeks.
The sea calls my name and so I must go,
while they still sleep I'm going to slip out the door,
but how can I leave with my anchors ashore? "