friday night
When I looked away you got drunk
Within a few words. I'd see
you tumble into yourself
Falling down the hill into a dream
Except you won't come back up
Not tonight.
Tonight is over. A wasted thing
That grew in flashing lights
And spoke in loud karaoke
Truly when I saw it, I thought it
Magic. Unbridled youth
With all the world's temptation
Within each thorny stem
Until the next day, where it lay
Washed out, an unclean welp.
If ever, beauty showed
A dying flower once lived, bloomed,
once experienced, the crown removed.