iPoetry-Paper Poetry Prompt
Frayed
Alternatively “Glass Half-Empty”
frayed state of love,
ragged plights of trust
getting away with it,
all messed up
Summer came easy,
then came the Fall
last thing I remember,
I cannot seem to recall
days grew shorter,
under that perpetually miffed, late Autumn sun
our love overcooked,
yeah maybe, a wee-bit overdone
portraits of ghastly faces,
hangings on the wall
that winding staircase,
to that shadowy hall
thought I could get away with it,
all messed up
stars in that night,
shone effervescently corrupt
glass half-empty,
anything ever really in there at all?
Summer turned breezy,
then came the Fall
so my darling, my beloved,
my dearest, my princess, my fool in the rain