Is more than just a
bad
pickup line.
It’s my imagination
running away
with every horror-story relationship
a girl can have
In the time it takes you to speak three little words.
poetry
Rose Colored Glasses
are no good
when the midnight sky
is heavy with rain
and the barest light
can’t be seen.
A Fate I’ve Sworn to Keep
All I want to do is save you
From the breech inside of me.
I’m falling through the cracks
And I’m too proud to try and reach.
Oh the irony.
God, I wish I knew how to ask you to stay
To hand over the key to everything
And let you see the wound inside I buried deep.
I am just like a thief
Introductions
I say “Hi, my name is Taryn”
As if that means something;
And I guess to me it does.
Why can’t you see the roller-coaster
Rising up off the page where I signed my name?
My highs and lows laid out there for all of the world
To see in five little letters.
Five letters to say I love
Fairytales and pornography.
Five letters to say I hate
Yesterday: An Ode to Classic Rock’s Greatest Hits
Over the Hills and Far Away
I boarded a
Crazy Train
along the
Highway to Hell
towards
Paradise City.
I wasn’t
Paranoid
just
Comfortably Numb
like
Smoke on the Water
as
Tom Sawyer
led me towards the
Back in Black
cashmere.
Layla
whispered in my ear along the way, buying
Sympathy for the Devil
until his voice sang inside my head,
“Welcome to the Jungle”
and all of
Hell’s Bells
rang.
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