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Pretty Words
She just didn't fit.
Try as I might
to find the words
I realised,
perhaps too late,
that they just
didn't exist
She wasn't
a hurricane
straddling
a rainbow
Or a slave
chained
to the ankles
of a daydream
Or any other
bullshit line
I may have pulled
out of my ass
for countless others
before
her
She stood alone
Untouched by poetry
It just didn't apply
Metaphors
cannot begin
to convey
the meaning
of this
Rhymes
couldn't possibly
tell
the story
of us
She was colour
in a black and white world
And no arrangement
of alphabets,
could ever hope
to capture
her essence
on paper
In the end...
...poetry is just a bunch of pretty words...
Yet here I am,
scribing
all the same.
Try as I might
to find the words
I realised,
perhaps too late,
that they just
didn't exist
She wasn't
a hurricane
straddling
a rainbow
Or a slave
chained
to the ankles
of a daydream
Or any other
bullshit line
I may have pulled
out of my ass
for countless others
before
her
She stood alone
Untouched by poetry
It just didn't apply
Metaphors
cannot begin
to convey
the meaning
of this
Rhymes
couldn't possibly
tell
the story
of us
She was colour
in a black and white world
And no arrangement
of alphabets,
could ever hope
to capture
her essence
on paper
In the end...
...poetry is just a bunch of pretty words...
Yet here I am,
scribing
all the same.
Published 12th Nov 2015
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12th Nov 2015 4:57pm
12th Nov 2015 7:04pm
'untouched by poetry' carries such a sadness,
but in the end, she is too beautiful
to be without a poem...
but in the end, she is too beautiful
to be without a poem...
13th Nov 2015 8:13am
Sounds like the poet is maturing in his / her view of love. Sometimes we must allow someone room to be themselves, "untouched by poetry" to preserve their essence. This is the type of unselfish view that helps love last. "Chained to a daydream" really struck me. Until now, I have always, truly always, been chained to my beloved's ideals about love without regard to my inner lightness and darkness. I am convinced that my first husband was trying to extinguish me.
