Red roses
I haven’t exactly been the best
The year, and the years rest.
However I feel no remorse
For my sins, my ghosts.
And standing before you now,
I don’t feel remorse for hurting you.
Sometimes I may wonder. How?
Can I be this emotionless?
This unrepentant?
I’ve added up the ones with the twos
And figured something out.
Karma will find me shaking in my shoes,
At the least expected moment.
So I paint a mural of my life,
Among black and white print.
To hope that one day,
Someone would know,
That I too can feel pain.
So if my skeletons come to get me,
Bring red roses to my funeral.
And when those pages on my mural,
Age and yellow with time.
Look passed the things I’ve done,
And open your eyes to see.
That I have willingly accepted my crime,
And loosing you, was the biggest mistake.
I’ve ever made.
I too can play this game:
Head falls soft as a cloud, to my retreat
of outlandish anomaly, and sweet bites.
In my Wonderland I wait so sweetly
pale, and dressed in white.
A single veil shields my eyes
From my dream that came to fast.
For it started only moments in the past,
Through all the deceit and lies.
Fortunate I may be, to play that game.
Although the ones I go through
Will never breathe the same.
If you’re afraid to grab the apple
Off of the forbidden tree.
You will wilt to nothing.
I however grabbed the apple.
Without a second thought or fear,
And now, we stand here.
Ready to commit ourselves.
The man in white says some words
That don’t register in my brain.
And for a moment I begin to wonder,
Will my life ever be the same?
Tomorrow I leave partying
For something even more great
Than a simple shot at a bar,
Or two or three speed dates
I turn to face my knight
Who looks at me in that way
Where my heart sings a song
To top all the other songs
Of spirituality and bonds so tight.
Through his eyes he speaks “I love you”
As the man in white utters the words.
“do you take him to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
And without fear, I utter “I do”
 Esmalia Amore · Sat Dec 27, 2008 @ 06:41am · 0 Comments |
