The 22-Year-Old Male Who Writes Lyrical Poetry: 'That Rose On The Thornbush'
That Rose On The Thornbush
I’m still a memory, in your head.
I can’t get enough – Just to know.
And to see the cracks begin to show,
To know those petals are falling off.
Let me fill you,
With a familiar name,
That you can’t bare to say.
Moved on so long ago,
But I still haunt your sleep.
Just to tip you over the edge.
Still tired? - I thrive off it,
And yea, well I fucking love it!
Even though I don’t remember your name,
I still fucking love to live,
To read your pain, (from time to time).
I was “never there”,
So you can carry on, “friend”.
I’ve heard all I needed to read,
The answer I never had,
Finally in front of me.
But let me tell you,
That when you feel cold at night,
A ‘Rose On A Thornbush’ shrivels somewhere,
And I’ll be there…..
Wrapped around you,
…..That you’ll breathe with no air!
A pretty little sight it seemed,
Until she’s on the floor,
With a faint blood-curdling scream…..
Written on 13/07/2015 (6:17am – 8:10am)
*Reference to my first ever poem, ‘A Rose On The Thornbush’, written between 01/14 & 05/14.
(A poem about anger regarding a previous relationship & A direct response to that person's poem about my piece 'Fake Innocence')