Rosebud

By midnights voice

Rosebud



coffee in the morning
cocaine afternoons
smoking joints in joints while
listening to the music
every night by moon

my youth went up in smoke
as just another puff
as another sniff , a wiff
and before I knew it
I was looking pretty ruff

I can't even remember
if I slept at all
or who I was sleeping with
for all I see are faces
their names I don't recall

rosebud tripped on the step
coming out the entrance door
she fell into my arms
and I would never be the same
as I was just before

see most women
leave their jewelry
as if staking out a claim
rosebud left her memories
rosebud left her name

rosebud loved the thunder
rosebud loved the rain
she scared me like lightning
and was likely to laugh
in the face of pain

she never asked me if I loved her
she never said the same
she laid her head upon my shoulder
said when you're gone
I will be sorely pained

rosebud tripped upon the step
coming out the entrance door
and fell into my open arms
I would never be the same
as I was just the moment before

see most women
leave their jewelry
as if staking out a claim
rosebud left her memory
rosebud left her name

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Copyright 2018 midnights voice
Published on Wednesday, March 7, 2018.     Filed under: "Graphic Art"
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  • Phalanx On Wednesday, March 7, 2018, Phalanx (678)By person wrote:

    So you're an asshole too. And you talked to, me like you were lily white, you shitty devil.

  • midnights voice On Wednesday, March 7, 2018, midnights voice (971)By person wrote:

    Just a sinner , thank you Phalanx for reading .

  • Phalanx On Thursday, March 8, 2018, Phalanx (678)By person wrote:

    There's nothing wrong with being honest. At least we can acknowledge that much. Getting older isn't easy, you're mind and you're spirit doesn't age as fast as your body.

  • Arwen On Wednesday, March 7, 2018, Arwen (187)By person wrote:

    It must have been wonderful to feel your open arms. Memories do make more of a dent than material possessions I guess. Drugs have a way of stealing them maybe. I don't know. I guess it is bittersweet. Well done.

  • midnights voice On Wednesday, March 7, 2018, midnights voice (971)By person wrote:

    Thank you for reading and commenting Wednesday .

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