Black Fingernails

 

 

 

 

Remember when I forgot you were there?

Our bedroom window was too small

To view any starlight.

 

Remember that tree with long, gentle shades?

Our photo galleries?

Mine was blue,

And yours soft pink.

We had left so many pages to fill.

 

Remember when I sat on the schoolyard fence

An Oxford dictionary my only friend

And yours were snotty girls

They went and came and left you

And then painted their nails in black.

 

Remember our plan?

I still have the paper folded,

Secretly in a little book.

My naive calculations, routes of escape,

And an apology for a conclusion.

 

Remember when my back felt like a lightpole?

Tall for all to see, but bended and heavy.

Glancing at your empty bedside.

I wish it still had your scent.

Author's Note

*Title: Holding Hands
*Artist: mrbigboy356
*Link: http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=holding+hands#/d1yjl9y

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"Remember our plan?

I still have the paper folded,

Secretly in a little book.

My naive calculations, routes of escape,

And an apology for a conclusion."
That is some good poetry...:)

[Criss ;)]

This's about love...yeah.....all about love, your opened your heart here...i liked this piece, even it happens in real, so, this's real piece...i wanna read more after black nails...lol, hope you'll continue it.

this's really a well write, sensible one...it's about bonding, bridge of love.....
great write...

have a nice writin'
have this from me 87.9/100 :)

[Rafif]

Empty spaces
Will be filled again
With plenty of stories
to be told
And smiles painted
On every wall
That was once
Meant to keep them apart.

[Jeff]

Excellent work!

[YouoweYoupay]

Thank you, Jeff. I'm glad you liked it. : )