In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Flip Flop.”
Flip flop
Hip hop
When you want to
Kiss me, I will not
Allow it
When I want to
Love you, you will not
Allow it
When you want to
When I want to
We will both
Allow it
Flip flop
Hip hop
*playing with words*
I heard a soul
Pray for another
And I silently wished
That another
Could pray for me
I steeped a cup of tea
I steeped it very light
And when I had a taste
It tasted, oh so, right!
I was so mad
At you
I could not speak
Or type
Or write
So I fell asleep
When I awoke
My heart felt soft
And I was not mad
At you
Anymore
I made a mug of coffee
I made it very strong
But when I took a sip
It tasted, oh so, wrong
For every wrong thing you did
For every unkind word
I made an excuse
For you
It took awhile for me
To realize
I really do
Love myself more
Last night you kissed me
And caressed me and undressed me
I was the most beautiful woman in the world
This morning
You do not know me
I felt a touch around my waist
I turned to feel your lips on mine
Gently, as you pulled me into you
It was so cold that I needed you to lie beside me, warning me as you did
I fell asleep on a night too young
Only to be awakened by the sound of
Your breathing and the comfort of
Soft falling rain, it is midnight and
I am awake
Crimson paint is splashed across the crisp, clean fabric of a nation’s flag – the last works of a man before being tied to a cross and shot – the dripping of wet paint as red as the blood that flows through veins paints its picture without words, and as the canvas dries, the pumping of the blood throughout the body slows, until it eventually stops.
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