PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Do you remember the ruins where we once used to lie

All day about our dreams and our fears

To ourselves and each other

We’d build a mirage in our minds

With your cigarette smoke as the sky

With my words as the walls

And the unspoken reservations made for an unstable foundation

Of an otherwise flawless production

This palace of lies, this palace of dream

Decorated with lyrics and doodles from the margins of schoolwork

With tattoo desires hung not from frames but instead by nooses

And those bright shiny floors of the finest cedar

And the attic of my darkest nightmares with my paintings of shadows and blood and

Knives and unused letters

The bedroom of our love rested below

Where the promise of forever was tainted with your sharp silver tongue

How I wish this was real

How I wish this was true

But we must return to life when the sun retires to the hills

And the moon emerges to mock us with her captivating grin

We’d lie until your burning stubs became the brightest star

The brightest hope we had left

And as you extinguish it upon the expired floors

And we left without a word of the dreams we left in the smoke