ToffeeFable
10-02-2017, 12:37 PM
Two say yes,
One says no,
One either way could go.
But while the yesses whisper,
The no shouts,
Commanding I avoid your whereabouts.
All four you immortalized before our dalliance,
And all four point to me,
So says my vanity.
In the first nod,
She has dark brown hair,
Just like I did when I caught your first stare.
It’s my natural color,
But I dye it red,
Fake confidence in its stead.
In the next,
Her method of painting’s prone to mess,
Just like mine when I’m under stress.
In this rendition,
Mortality pulls her from your side,
Your happiness has therefore died.
Then comes what’s never clear,
A she who’d gone or who you’d left,
But wouldn’t had you been as deft.
Nearly two years since you’ve seen her,
The same span we’ve gone without conversing,
Time we didn’t spend rehearsing.
The last is the one that stands apart,
In which you push her from your life,
Like she’s not fit to be your wife.
Just one of many,
Courted with intensity but not endurance,
Fooled by your false assurance.
One says no,
One either way could go.
But while the yesses whisper,
The no shouts,
Commanding I avoid your whereabouts.
All four you immortalized before our dalliance,
And all four point to me,
So says my vanity.
In the first nod,
She has dark brown hair,
Just like I did when I caught your first stare.
It’s my natural color,
But I dye it red,
Fake confidence in its stead.
In the next,
Her method of painting’s prone to mess,
Just like mine when I’m under stress.
In this rendition,
Mortality pulls her from your side,
Your happiness has therefore died.
Then comes what’s never clear,
A she who’d gone or who you’d left,
But wouldn’t had you been as deft.
Nearly two years since you’ve seen her,
The same span we’ve gone without conversing,
Time we didn’t spend rehearsing.
The last is the one that stands apart,
In which you push her from your life,
Like she’s not fit to be your wife.
Just one of many,
Courted with intensity but not endurance,
Fooled by your false assurance.