Wild FlowersA Poem by Aren
I plant my lips upon your scalp, so that in your hair, I can grow wild flowers.
I plant my lips upon your scalp,
so that in your hair, I can grow wild flowers.
We waited forever at a station. The tracks remained bare.
You seemed to vanish in midair,
and I was left behind with your suitcase.
The train never did show,
to take me to you;
Wherever it is that you have gone.
I can’t say that I don’t care.
I know that I shouldn’t.
You punched a hole in my hour glass.
I watch myself spill upon the floor.
Is it that I am wasting my time
picking up this mess,
Trying to fix what we had?
‘Cause baby I really do care.
I know that you don’t.
But what can I say now?
You just can’t hold back your rage.
I get a thousand letters from you.
Every envelope holds a blank page.
You plant your demons inside my mind.
I watch myself slowly decay.
I rip to shreds my train ticket, and run
in the direction that wild flowers grow.
© 2012 Aren
Added on July 8, 2012
Last Updated on July 8, 2012
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AboutHello my name is Andrea. I am 20 years old, but please do not stereotype me for being young or a girl. Poetry is a major aspect of my life, but I feel like all I have written so far is selfish an na.. more..