Lost Wings

Severed to the rust of waiting,
Sign of a disappointed mermaid,

I remember you changing with the moon.

Walking away into the bliss of a poison,

Oh dear! look back, I found the right words,

Don’t be the crowd of my dismay.

Let my blink bind with your luck.

I am the lost accordion of your wings,

Falling for the silence of your arms,

Standing in between the tides of canvas,

It feels true to be washed away.

Down the road of my harmony,

I will bleed with the daisy.

In love’s opiate embrace you’ll sing,

Till the lights can grow old with you,

I will be drenched in your last kiss.

And will go back to the howling screams,

Saying I’ll hug the tears that were my dream.  
– Teddy ©

pic credit: internet

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