The Truth

by Souldiergirl

Exposes itself
A meager stain on a naive dress

Expanding
As words begin to twist
deflated actions
A studio
With broken instruments
Promises slide off key
The spot mushrooms
As your suit turns grey
The wine permeates my naked skin
spilling out the hope you gave 
You said you’d never blend with the rest
the subtle linger of loves refrain
The rub of metal on paper chains

~ willow

Advertisements

4 thoughts on “The Truth”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s