Love Song for a Goth Girl

her name was molly

You are dark chocolate,

Red wine, and a black rose.

Darling, you're a midnight mare

And the goddess of moonlight herself.

Though you are an amethyst,

You think that you are charcoal.

I'd show you your true reflection,

But vampiric queen that you are,

You would not be able to see it.

You're trapped in a war inside your own head,

And I'm stuck here on the outside.

I try to feed you ammo and supplies,

But the fighting rages beyond my control.

Baby girl, it's Vietnam.

Best to leave the guns where they are

And come home.

I'm over here in a protest march,

Screaming, "Make love not war"

Across the waves of your hair

And the shoreline of your skull.

You cannot hear me,

But I see bombs flashing on the horizon.

Macabre sunset of your self-esteem.

Though you cannot see your reflection,

I'll do my best to describe it to you.

I disapprove of the violence,

But I'll keep making ammo drops

Till Charlie cries uncle.

I'll keep your altar lit, moonlight goddess,

Knowing that although you deny it,

The whole world sees you shine every night.

Reviews

[Bhuyanshi Talukdar]

Your poem is a powerful and moving tribute to the complexity and beauty of the human spirit. The use of metaphors, such as "dark chocolate" and "goddess of moonlight," creates a sense of both sensuality and mystery, while the imagery of war and protest adds a touch of social commentary. Your words convey a sense of empathy and compassion, and the final line, "the whole world sees you shine every night," is both uplifting and inspiring. Your poem is a testament to the power of language to heal and to connect, and to find beauty and meaning in even the darkest of places.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the whole Vietnam reference is excellent...
the protests...
the battle inside of self=worth...
and being on the outside looking in, so helpless...
to show her how appreciated she is.
j.

[Earthrise]

i'm glad you enjoyed the reference, J. it was definitely a battle