I play chords with hands
that bruise when they caress
fingers that write verses of worship
leavin trails of wounds when they touch
she collects my paper thin alibis
songs half written
poems torn along the edges
and keeps them in her bedside drawer
where my best intentions sleep
ivory keys remember my failures
black and whites absolutes
played by hands who only understand gray
coaxin fractions of beauty
from things that won’t bleed
they call me papercut Romeo
for the way my love cuts without warnin
and mornin reveals night’s unexpected damage
when sunlight finds the wound
I’ve written sonnets across her curves
framed her smile in minor keys
where each verse collapses into a eulogy
each love note a promise of goodbye
in the shadows I study my hands
useless instruments of expression
wonderin how its possible
for them to write both poetry and pain
she reads between my lines
listens for the notes I meant to play
finds melody in my discord
mercy in my stumblin serenade
words fail when they matter most
under promises whispered at dawn
like papercuts that wait to sting
remembered only by the scars they leave
I really was drawn into this poem. The pace seemed fast yet the tone forced a slow motion imagery. Super solid poem.
thank you. appreciate it
I always had a thing for Romeo and Juliet poems. No matter what form. I like this.;))
thanks fia 😉
Wasn’t this your first post on DUP? I remember this. The title and the poem..you smashed this!
wasn’t my first. few weeks after started there I think. thank you
You’re welcome
Brilliantly penned, Ambjr. I remembered this one, this is an incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
must appreciated