The 22-Year-Old Male Who Writes Lyrical Poetry: 'When The Confetti Showers Sing'
When The Confetti Showers Sing
Sweep them, away,
In a carriage with a horse and reign.
And take, away,
Above he lays on the driver's stead.
He’s baring down,
(So we’ll bring him down).
Trapped underneath he’ll sleep;
Gasp the air that he begs to breathe,
While I ride away, unseen.
Somewhere away, so out of reach.
To somewhere only horse and carriageways parade.
Away with the fairies;
My passengers leave.
They don’t relay.
The fairytales end,
And they don’t replay.
So when your wife may lay down,
Surround her in bouquets.
She said “I do” for you,
When you never asked her to.
Make sure her veil masks the truth in you.
And nowadays I wear a lie on my finger,
So that when I swear at life it’s a reminder,
That in humanity I’m losing faith,
I never believed in wedding days anyway.
Lower than the thing beneath your feet,
I hand-picked the butterflies from their wings,
So that I could be your confetti.
So pick it up,
And throw me like popery.
Still my wife wears her veil to this day,
She says it’s just to hide from her treason.
She said “I don’t stick around,
When I don’t have no reason".
And that "I think I might divorce you instead".
That’s what she said,
She said it,
It’s so sad,
I could cry, because it’s so sad,
It’s so sad…..
I think we've fallen in tragically.
So make sure you save some space for me, babe,
In the rider to the passenger’s seat.
You can go and take me away someday.
We’ll parade our days unseen.
Somewhere away, so out of reach,
To somewhere that only me and you,
And horse and carriageways,
(Written between 08/10/2015 & 05/05/2016)