IndigoShotgun

You want to know this truth? The truth is this is not a poem But a rant A release Free of you of pain of hurt of anger of hope I may never be But my bravado is too thin The world can see I fell too hard for you And you refused to break my descent You hogtied my heart Dragged it through the earth Shot me like a dart Made me regret my birth Coldblooded You of all them I never expected And I hope you are happy I really hope you are Free of the fear That I would cause you the hurt Paranoia may be the culprit Since you chose to strike me first Nevertheless That I never could I think I loved you But dared not say May

My image can depict winter fall Silent night Except for the subtle wind In her seductive hymn And illustrious sprite But such is too erroneous To thought For a son of the sun But my image depict mango leaf Stormy night Possessed by a blasting wind In her wrathful ballet And murderous to sight A man clad in mud stained khaki pants And the stripe jersey two sizes too big No Aeropostale, no designer sneaks No Levi standard, no lack of self Braves the freeze, the blast, the splashes For he remembers Her frets, her, bawls, her smashes As his image can only depict Her smile, her laughter No evidence of guile Despite the ra

Once… That rose smell of her hair Sweet panic reverberates in her breath The glitter of sweat On her chest Her toes trashes through the sheets Like a grave hunt For sanity. As I whisper sweet carnalities into her ear. Today… The crimson creeps across the floor The lead in my brain Too hard to think Words shall not express She pastes a new colour Unto her lips Eyes' powers strikes! She whispers a bitter eulogy into my ear. Forever… Until… The wind stops Capturing the roses As my heart. Sanity claims the day And the lead dissolves Along with you My sweet Casanova.