Where
are the flowers?
Empty
vases gather dust
in
a broken love story.
It
was once a dozen roses
presented
with a smile;
wrapped
around
forever mine.
Dried
petals
crumble
in
the fast
forward.
Scented
mummies
entombed
in
what the hell for.
Where
are
the flowers?
Store
bought
cookie
cutter romance
coloring
up your
lack of commitment.
Lies
are always
prettier when they
hide in
tissue with
a prewritten note
you
didn’t have
to get ink
stains to write.
Dried
petals
crumble
in
the fast forward.
Ribbon
tied perjury,
sentenced
to evening trash.
©Susie
Clevenger 2013
At Real Toads Marian Kent provided the spoken word/music of
Dessa as inspiration for us to create from.
Comments
prettier when they
hide in tissue with
a prewritten note...
You struck the right chord with these lines, Susie.
"Scented mummies entombed in what the hell for."
whoosh and yay!
Store bought
cookie
cutter romance
coloring up your
lack of commitment.
Here you provided such depth to a familiar concept. Well done and viva la
K
what the hell for."
Vision and power, you sure captured that no nonsense take on the nonsense of things with the sass and the cadence and all. I totally enjoyed reading this!
sentenced to evening trash." A bad romance NEVER sounded so good :)