Celeste

Originally a horrible attempt at a love lost poem, I had to go in a completely different direction.

I didn't sleep too well last night
Tossed and turned with little rest
Remembering the love we had
Seven years with my dear Celeste
He came in with his purple tux
Stole your heart with a big fat check
Never thought you'd turn so fast
A short skirt tramp hanging off his neck.

Outside the bar with drenching clouds
Hiding tears in rainy shrouds
For naught I shed and fed my case
Until his partners smashed my face
Now my shiner and clotted nose
Are all too clear of how life goes
All it takes is a little while
To ease my pain into a smile

I fell fast asleep last night
Twas the night I slept the most
Never dreamt of the love we had
Seven years with my Celeste Trixy Rose
He may have had his purple tux
Stole your heart with cash galore
Enjoy the street light on the curb
Where he pimps your a*s you dirty w***e.

Author's Note

I have to say that this isn't one of my more serious works. I reworked it from a piece I had written as a teenager when I didn't know shit from farts.

Reviews

[E.H. Monroe]

mother. f*****g. brilliant.
I was ready for the sap, good sir. I was into the feeling of making my morning with flowers and candies and warm bunny slippers. Then you tie a grenade to the f*****g thing and watch it run around for 20 minutes, pissing yourself and firing down gallons of cheap whiskey.
The cross cut of emotional tracks gets a great laugh from the reader (well me anyway...f**k them) and goes for the neck and choke f***s the life out of past relationship catastrophes.
you get a gold medal
smoke em if you got em

[Etoiles]

Love it.
I really like the searing honesty and blunt delivery,
it makes for a very interesting read.

:)