And the dreams

I’ve a heart shaped scar
where they tore you out,
with lips curling away

then back like an orchid.

Do you still have that flower,
in its wide based pot,
the leaning stem towering

too tall? Will you ever make

it bloom again? Last night,
you played for me a song
that was once ours, and

I realized that now I’ve nothing

but questions. And the dreams
you’ve been having
are pages from my current life.


Filed under Frustrations and Rants, lust and love, poetry

3 responses to “And the dreams

  1. I love the imagery. Stay inspired!

  2. bone chilling.
    love the end.

  3. I like this one, too. Thanks!

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