mourning, sleeping, marrying, dancing, partying, flirting, crying, weeping, disobeying, seeing, drinking, killing, waking
O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo.
Looking Disheveled in the bedroom mirror
Wearing the same white, cotton robe as that day.
The Bed: empty except for the wrinkled sheets
That have been touched by ANGRY HANDS too many times before.
Eyeliner smudged with tears.
Your picture decked with lip shaped lipstick stains.
Locks of your Beautiful, brown hair lay on my dresser
Dancing to the wind,
Dancing to me.
The oak tree outside grows,
Wrapping its Roots around your four chambered Heart.
My mind lays itself out before me;
An eternal journey through confusion; through Despair.
The cliff stands out on its own, strong and high,
Yet Sheds a few pieces of its Soul everyday
Which is forever Lost inside that ocean
Of deep Secrets.
Why can't I be this cliff?
I long to have my heart breathing your blood, your life.
I long to have these roots envelop me so that I may
Be one world closer to you.
Flowers, flowers!
They aren't enough to honour you.
Walking seems like a hazy nightmare-
Half drunk from experiencing the pain of your death;
Half sober from the reality of it.
Looking disheveled in the bedroom mirror.
Broken glass fall in-between the crevices of my robe,
The Floor, and my hands.
My thirsty ears play tricks on me.
Your voice,
In the lambada of the trees,
In the silence of my heart.
Now, my robe, bright red
Lies next to your wedding suit.
Picture in my hand,
I become one with the deep blue nothingness of the ocean.
Suffering from withdrawal,
I hold you in my arms.
One we are again.
