if this isn't madness, tell me,
what is?
head in the clouds, she giggled carelessly,
saving leftovers in the hollow of her dimples
arms around her, he tickled ceaselessly,
her body, her soul, her spirit
yesterday, it was
broke, spent, worn, both
hands akimbo, he let her go,
wondering why his touch
is a reverse Midas of gold to dust
heart in limbo, she wouldn't know,
not one tinge of guilt nor telltales of leaking tear ducts
today, it is
she had no safer laughter bank
it's sad she left without making withdrawals,
now he must live alone with a laughter that isn't his to keep
if this isn't madness, tell me
what is?
John Chizoba Vincent inspired this.
what is?
head in the clouds, she giggled carelessly,
saving leftovers in the hollow of her dimples
arms around her, he tickled ceaselessly,
her body, her soul, her spirit
yesterday, it was
broke, spent, worn, both
hands akimbo, he let her go,
wondering why his touch
is a reverse Midas of gold to dust
heart in limbo, she wouldn't know,
not one tinge of guilt nor telltales of leaking tear ducts
today, it is
she had no safer laughter bank
it's sad she left without making withdrawals,
now he must live alone with a laughter that isn't his to keep
if this isn't madness, tell me
what is?
John Chizoba Vincent inspired this.
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