Who will you become this time?
A struggling sound of a broken chime?
A wordless poet who desperately mimes?
A robber of stars denying its crimes?
Sometimes, you are the cherry on a cake
Sweetness overload, I can no longer take
All the dulcet sentences you make me swallow
At the end of the day, I am still hollow
On rainy days, you are the vicious thunder
Rumbling tune, the epitome of anger
My drizzle lullaby can not make you calm
You get me spinning at the top of your palm
An enigmatic wolf when the moon is full
A ravenous carnivore in a constant pull
And I offer my innocence for your satisfaction
Your daydream in command, all for passion
You can be the hush before the tragedy
Entangling limbs, gentle pecks, overly needy
You can be the cracks on the pavements
Raw marks, rough strokes, eternal engravement
You can be the moon or stars as you please
For everything you do is in order to appease
But when it’s time to explain the reason why
You just run away because everything is a lie
Putting on your mask, I can see your rage
Is it because you’re just a torn up page
Of a book of fiction you forlornly written
And the list of lovers that you have smitten
You cling on to your countless faces and names
When the truth is you’re just veiling your shame
You’re just a character of a faraway dream
A hallucination that can not be redeemed
So who will you become this time?
A young professional at his prime?
A poetry that actually rhymes?
Or maybe the right side of a dime?