Tattooed Lips

By Shaire Blythe

Monday, October 13, 2014

 

Tattooed Lips

 

Treading on the back streets, my knees becoming weak

In the air there dangles silence, no one speaks

 

I didn’t know that we were meant to come to a head,

And those lips can’t be predicted tattooed on my neck

My breath trembled, but you didn’t wait to know it

 

So long, along the way

In the far distance I watched you fade, it was beautiful

I’ve grasped what it is I must chase

Not a damn thing, except me

 

Dust settles on the road, and I’m feeling okay

The dirty teardrops cannot be traced, won’t come out for the day

Not as if they really mattered, created from a space that was built on knowing the right thing to say

 

Let me keep my boots on the ground

Let me breathe reality in and let it all out

 

To get to the end of the road, I’m guided by hope

No one left me here, I walk with no fear

I’ve held it dear before, but now I am so sure that this is nothing

It’ll forever be nothing…