My Rhyming is a Crime
Is that your face peeking though my head?
Are you the one who comes to my windows unsaid?
Just because they whisper doesn’t mean you can play this scheme.
Are you aware that you are haunting my vision, my thoughts, my dreams?
This stress and strain that has burdened my brain it’s driving me insane!
But I’m not much for rhyming, what a shame.
Let me break it down to simplify this game.
Trapped and twisted, turned and restrained
This is the resisted my eyes cannot name
Touched, pulled, pushed, tamed?
Nothing can break this hold that you claim.
Words that taunt and tease this flame
Even though your closed mouth remains
I cannot put you to blame for this name that stays, not entirely
Because still I beckon and plead for more of the same
Conditioned to your hand, beaten by words that stain
Temporary as life for I know your love I will never gain.
Now I'm not going to become one of those silly emo girls or I think the new fad is being a hipster and secretly being a tortured soul.. oooh... nope. It just described one of the ways I felt (strongly I may add) over the summer. And it was a pretty serious feeling because I haven't written poetry since like middle school when I was really trying to sing the blues (riiiiiiiight). But hopefully it isn't too terrible.
I really need to remedy my sleeping habits..
Let us build this world of our imagination together.... :)
Love you to the moon and back <3

