Open, broken sunflower seeds
scatter over the unspoken,
and that fiery stare in your eyes
says more than the last three months.
The faint stench of burnt memories
lingers in the dense space
as I glare at the cigarette ashes
resting peacefully on the coffee table.
And the void becomes thicker with
every singed corner of our lives,
while pile upon pile of forgotten news
rewrites in the back room.
The radio whispers the uncertainty
within the dimly lit flickers,
hoping our stubbornness will
fall gently into the ash tray
I can't help but wonder with each polluting
puff that escapes from your blackened lungs,
whatever happened to the
little girl with the ember lit eyes.
Just ChildrenWe all wanted,Just Children7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wanted to be more,
Wanted to be a teenager.
Because a fantasy was stuffed in our head,
About how everything would be perfect from then on,
About how smiles would come easy,
And about how nothing would worry our pretty little minds anymore.
But now we're here,
And I wonder,
Was it all worth it?
And I think,
Is it much better?
I want to ask you.
Do you still remember?
Remember those times so long ago?
When smiles did come easy,
And how we never worried about anything.
When our greatest fear was the monster in our closet,
Or a forbidding shadow that wandered from its friends,
And when something as simple as a rainbow,
Would bring laughter to our lives.
When everything seemed so wonderful,
Even something as ordinary as a flower,
And how a ripple in the water,
Would make us giggle,
And forget about everything else.
So do you still remember?
Remember all those innocent times?
When we didn't know anything about war,
And how we didn't understand what a broken heart would mean.