Poetry Corner: Strawberry Lace

Disclaimer: strong language, discretion advised

 

I need another drink so I could wash away my sorrow.

Though, it probably wouldn’t help, with no love tomorrow.

I fooled myself into illusions that play in my daydreams.

I fooled myself into thinking this was more than it seems.

Tragedy had struck

after 6 long years.

A friend to a friend of mine.

She burned her heart several more times

and then told everyone that she was fine.

She spoke with a lilt and her voice would shake

because her thoughts so often drift away.

She left the country, but her heart wouldn’t shape back to its original state.

We know her well enough to see she’s crying.

Her soul drips like a faucet

but I do hear that she’s trying.

And she found independence and love for herself

until her thoughts redirect her growing ego.

She thought it wouldn’t mean anything of dire importance.

But she’d say a small word to the feelings that disgust her soul.

And she wanted to sail away and let these feelings fucking go.

The more she thought about it, the more she would think about the one she pushed away.

The more she thought about it, the more she would crave for the taste of a strawberry lace.

The more she thought about it, the more she would crave for the taste of a strawberry lace.

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