Snowflake
I caught a snowflake on my tongue
A shame it didn’t want to stay
But perfect never settled long
And so it had to melt away
Sometimes, all we can hold dear
Is but a speck of fleeting bliss
We notice, then it disappears
Our skin still tingling from the kiss
How is it fair, that we endure
Cold truths on roofs that knit with sky
Meadows dredged with ivory pure
Stone walls that shawl in wintry cry
I see the cream of rolling hills
The weep of bright that stains the dale
The weight of white on window sills
The sweep of nature’s bridal veil
It sticks, it builds, resets the green
It silences the march of time
For one sweet second on my lips
I tasted it, the peace was mine
No-one wants to know your soul
No-one wants to know your soul
The place you go to when you fall
Learn to sing your aching hymn
Lift husks of every Russian doll
The chasm of your mirror, begs
To plunge them to a toothache night
Absorb your torture as their own
Know lemon demons that you fight
The acid eating you alive
Black tongue of truth, green teeth of grief
The bleach you used to cleanse and rinse
Foul taste of every rotten mouth
The septic angst, it festers deep
In recesses and hidden coves
The blisters - hissing, feral cats
Fattened on each corpse of love
Torches spotlight slaveish dogs
In kennel eyes, they wait for bones
Pleading for a patient nurse
To calm their howls, take them home
I wish
I wish I didn’t love you
It takes up so much of my time
Dreaming, crying, wondering
Imagining you’re mine
.
I wish I hadn’t heard your voice
Or known your searching eyes
That I didn’t want to kiss your lips
Above all other prize
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I wish I wasn’t haunted
By the things that you once said
My tightening chest can never rest
Words nest as vultures in my head
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I wish I’d never known you
For it feels way too cruel a fate
To yearn for what I cannot have
Destined to wish and wait
Beautiful. I know other commenters have used this word already but there is none more apt.
Snowflake, Beautiful
No one wants to know your soul, Haunting
I wish, I wish I hadn’t read it.
The words seem to come so easy for you, I look forward to these every day,
Snow once inspired me to write a poem too.