I´ll tell you

February 22, 2017
By Morganholler BRONZE, Middleville, Michigan
Morganholler BRONZE, Middleville, Michigan
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I´ll tell you the story of the girl
who looked like the moon,
with messy hair and eyes of honey.
How I´d loved her so much
I'd have died for her.
I´ll tell you the story of the girl
with golden hair and a cherry stained smile,
Soft hands and a voice that sounded like home.
How she drank whiskey straight from the bottle;
And her chapped lips always tasted of cigarettes and heartbreak.
I´ll tell you the story of the girl with a tongue like a box of razor blades, and how l´d always liked to watch myself bleed.
The lipstick stains she´d left on my face an attribute of her destructive love.
I´ll tell you how she´d kiss me so hard, I could no longer tell if the air I was breathing was mine or hers.
A love full of old 70? songs and cheap wine.
Marlboros and a room full of promises.
I´ll tell you how she talks about nature like an old lover,
And books like a long lost bestfriend
How she was so curious about the universe the same was I was curious about her;
I guess we both wanted to know more about our world.
I'll tell you that every time I distanced myself from her heartbeat, I could feel mine stop beating.
I´ll tell you how we tiptoe around museums,
standing under masterpieces as old as time itself;
And how even then
I´d be staring at her, wondering who had created the art that she was.
I´ll tell you how I was a book, and she was a full chapter;
How her story had been torn from my seam.
How I didn't care if her pages had gone missing, I´d memorized each of her words from end to beginning.
My mind a table of contents;
And each line seemed to begin with her.
I´ll tell you how the ride and fall of her breathing chest felt like the reason for all the good in the world.
How she was the air in my lungs,
And the blood in my veins.
And the saddest part that I’d always known she didn't belong in my world,
How she deserved to be home with the other plants in the sky.
And how even then I'd sit every night, in awe of her.
Writing love letters to her star in the sky, and being envious of the moon,
who gets to rock her to sleep each night.

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DuckLover GOLD said...
on Sep. 6 2017 at 10:43 am
DuckLover GOLD, Winchester, Kentucky
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Favorite Quote:
Be happy, not because everything you see is good, but because you can see the good in everything.

Wow! This is fantastic. The depth and flow of this piece is captivating and astounding. Great, great, great!!!


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