You constructed me to walk on water
But taught me only to drown
To you I once looked up
Now my eyes desire the ground
...
Ink carries no meaning
It's anchored within the words you write
Like a four letter word merely fallen from your seductive tongue to summon the night
Is by no means meaningful inside
...
I am 17 and enjoy writing poetry, obviously. Which is odd, since I'm yet to even read a book.. aha I adore Keaton Henson and Robert Smith. Also, Id like to think that I'm a bit of a hippy. P.s, so many of my poems get removed ugh)
Old Man
You constructed me to walk on water
But taught me only to drown
To you I once looked up
Now my eyes desire the ground
For the once blaze behind your eyes
Has dimmed to a match stick glow
And your whiskey sodden tongue
Has matured into a crystal powdered nose
So before your concrete lips of ash
Demand your lungs collapse
Just know old man I do love you
But I am not yours
For addiction is your daughter
And I am merely your flaws