Were I the Words I WroteA Poem by OctoberDawn
Sticks and stones... mere child's play
Were I the words I wrote, I'd climb the misty air.
You'd read me to your lips, and I would linger there.
I'd smell your sweet perfume, and bask in days of yore.
Things would be the same, the way they were before.
But I not being a fool, would remember what you'd done.
I'd steal away to page and your beautiful visage shun.
I would languish there; in a love note long deceased.
till' in my anger I would change; a new letter start to piece.
I would lay in wait for your lips to grace my page,
You then would get your justice, your well deserved wage.
Like poison on the tongue, my words would find your heart.
no longer would you finish then would your final breath depart.
© 2012 OctoberDawn
AboutMy name is Criss Hill, I'm 20 and I'm from Colorado. I don't so much consciously write poetry as my heart takes control of my pen and urges me to capture a pale fragment of the beauty and heartbreak o.. more..