Cherry Pie

Geneva Switzerland, October 2019 Series pt 3

Geneva Switzerland, October 2019

Series pt 3

I remember, that afternoon
when gloom filled, your emptied rooms.
Weakened by words unspoken, our doom.
I thought; love went unbroken.
Sending more of me, I'd go to you.
Though all you wanted; was less.
Cherry pie and pearly whites; clinging to my chest,
Watch me undress?
What happened; Our kite lay torn in wet sand,
In a far away land.
Demons of the night, always come back to bite
You asked me; Ring in your hands.
What an ungodly sight to see a heart split in two,
There’s no more of me; Only you.
Remember? How the flowers bloomed, 
Lilacs since, have not grown.
Is this loving to the tomb?
Have you seen my beloved, Where is my groom?
Forever left in dust, singing our tune.
Dark rooms, hallways and midnight saloons.
Dancing, and laughter; we’ll look back to soon.
Soon.
I want your flowers; and babies
Our holy trinity.
Speak to me softly;
Hope will rise, after this demise.
Whisk me away to paradise, Wouldn’t that be nice?
Love dissolved like liquor left over night.
Can we try again tomorrow?
Drown all your sorrows, I can promise,
To borrow the love stored inside of me, 
and tear down the walls set before us;
In loves sobriety.
Remember me;
Greyed sitting, in our ocean mist
Calling out to salt in the sea,
to come cover your tattered sleeves.
Hold onto water , the small town we loved.
Only God above, knows what’s to come.
Don’t run from freedom,
Rise.
our kite; threaded and patched
Cause this love, was a match.
When you fall again. I’ll be near,
To catch you, and all of your fears.
Look me in the eye; I am no fool.
this love; was gold.
Although now,
you’re far from home,
my hands are cold;
I sit alone.
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