Miss, will you ever speak to me again? I remember your sad mesmerizing eyes ascend higher and higher as you watched our miseries unfold. I flapped my crooked wings in excited turmoil wishing you’d applaud my sordid display. I watched you slowly climb into the heavenly skies gazing onto darkness.
Now in my final stretch, I clamour around in bouts of frenzied spasms desperately trying to liftoff; even though you left me forever, for better things.
Days full of emptiness,
Nights spent recreating false illusions
Restless in both.
If I could only forget,
Idling with her
Under the warm splendour of dreamy skies
Gazing onto fields of green,
Her hair glazed in golden glory
Frolick across her spotless skin;
If I had only gently moved them
To reveal her soft eyes
Blossom under the dark blue skies.
Now Scarred by promises of past grandeur
I live my life in sultry stagnation
If I could only forget
And live free of regret.