Mourning August

Lingering 

Cliches in the air, 

A pencil surrounded by hair. 

It was only spring back then, 

And now I'm just trying to mend - 

My broken promise. 

Although you looked like Adonis,

You loved me 

And that made me free. 

So I let my hair down, 

And it almost touched the ground. 

My pencil still in hand, 

Almost falling like the sand - 

Between my fingers. 

I was left to linger, 

Without a second thought. 

I was indeed distraught. 

Bubblegum

Love is like chewed-up bubblegum

It can only stretch so far. 

Blow a bubble big enough - it breaks into a scar. 

Love is like a pack of gum, 

It gets me drunk as if it's rum. 

When the high blows down, 

The flavor is gone

Love is like chewed-up bubblegum.

Guilty Autumn 

The green of spring always changes -

Yet the orange of Autumn ranges. 

You asked me what I wanted to be, 

I said alive, but you meant Halloween. 

The leaves turned color in stages, 

Leaving August in the pages. 

You left me cleaning up April’s debris - 

You're still aging, while I'm stuck at sixteen. 

We made separate plans in October -

So I'm searching for my closure.

You said it's one step at a time,

Now I'm crumpling the leaves like it's a crime. 

Black Cat Exchange 

The black cat exchange

I'll tell you a secret, and you'll do the same. 

We create our own poison, all done in vain. 

Bad luck aspires to instill our pain.

Distant nights over-yonder 

Still happen to remain. 

Our worries tighten - becoming a chain. 

Confiding in each other, all wrapped in shame. 

I'll tell you my secrets, you'll do the same. 

It happens all too quickly - 

The black cat exchange. 

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