ashamedbliss elsewhere - i may quote these poems on ao3 from time to time. i don't write poems here anymore. do not cross-post or use my poetry elsewhere without credit. |
Father.
You speak coherent words...
Under a canopy
of rusting trees, that sway...
An adored disaster:
I didn't want...
And all was quiet.
The tear-blue sky silent...
Tender skin warms mine,
caresses drowning my thoughts...
All dressed in red from head to toe,
was pretty Little Red Riding Hood...
Gone.
They shed a few tears...
Oh, bittersweet romance.
Curse me for lifetimes...
Out of sight, out of mind. |
Hindsight. |
Such small gestures can take vast amounts of courage |