"Glass"
Look in the mirror
Pale skin
Black hair
Death in his eyes
Lust on his tongue
Pleading
Begging
Crying
Waiting
For his time to come
(Poem from my first poetry collection 'Waiting on a Light That Was Never There' available in both paperback and ebook, links in my bio ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช ๐ซ๐ท ๐ช๐ธ ๐ฎ๐น ๐ณ๐ฑ ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ง๐ท ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ณ)
"Tea Party"
'I wish you were a girl'
Is what his mother said
'Put a gun to your head'
That's what he thought she said
'Put on the dress'
His reflection screamed
He picked up a gun instead
Eyes red
Tears bled
A bullet in his head
'Why didn't you love me?'
That's what his note read
"Tea Party, pt. 2"
'Why did you come here?'
Her question rang
As cold as the snow
On their son's grave
He didn't answer
He just blankly stared
At the name
They had to engrave
Then without even a word
The gun was in his hand
'I love you'
He whispered
'You will never be alone again'
The words danced
From his lips
With an elegant twist
Before he kissed the stone
He lifted the gun to his head
But shot his wife instead
Painting the snow a crimson red
Then without a second thought
All he saw was black
33-year-old poet and author, from Michigan. I listen to music way too loud and procrastinate about getting any work done. https://linktr.ee/wilobru666
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