GertietheGremlin

love me 

like the fog –

like the fog loves december –

for the winter gets blurry 

and it's hard to remember 

hold me 

like the fog – 

It's a thin, fragile book

you would keep in a desk

the cover is elegant

and the pages, a mess

In black and red ink

If you put these words to melody

would they suddenly be known?

my poems played across the world

to an audience that's grown?

I've no melody in mind

only scribbles on a page

Because this world is not good or evil

Not black or white

No halos or horns

This world is twisted and gray

And the afterlife is the same.

And the mountains stood up

and the trees did bloom

and color redefined itself

rivers cracked open their bleary eyes

and the ocean stretched her legs

the earth did sigh and sighed again

Funny is a crutch that I lean on

a masquerade mask that I put on

to hide from the world

'till my lies are unfurled

and it's clear that it's all just a con.