thecemetry

[thecemetry]

Envy

I have born the curse of envy,

yearning treasures others possess.

yet so blind of the treasures around me,

destiny's irony, my soul's distress.

the tender embrace of longing lovers.

clamorous laughs of joyful children.

a spiteful eye fixed on the lives of others,

could I be this fairytale's villain ?

to drape her silk smooth neck,

caressing her like that lucky scarf.

and sink in her scent rather on this deck,

of a boat that's been broken in half.

I have born the curse of envy,

and was spared the other dreadful six.

and alongside me a figure so friendly,

black feathery reminder that I won't be fixed.

[thecemetry]

" criminal "

he trusted that she wouldn't attack

but she teared him apart

the criminal crept behind his back

and stole the heart

he thought she wasn't aware

who he was , or from where

unrequited he said, meaningless

there is no reason to obsess

but far and wide, from the countless contestants

she won

what has she earned ?

a slave for love

that never occurred ?

i heard she kills people with the looks

the kind of weapon that slays with smiles

we wouldn't have survived, we the lucky ones

we died thinking about the lovely lies

Delightful and Adorable

Natural and Alive

Magical orange hair

derived from autumn vibes

and when the world thought writing poems has become lame

the corpse of the lover might have leaked the criminal's name...

4/17/2021

evanriche.

[thecemetry]

wrongdoing

what secret do you carry

if not in the words you say

where does your charm stay?

it has a certain taste

our blood forbidden bond

its danger of which I am fond

your eyes scream crusts

but it's unjust to call you shallow

is it love or mere lust

or a heart that's hallowed

but something tells me you're aware

my uncaring eyes gave me away

I look like I don't care

but I think about you everyday

you don't understand though

the catastrophic agent in this

everything | built could fall

on a false dream of a kiss

three years, summers and winters

and three women, couldn't just fit

It's till my tears run on my wrinkles

that my Alzheimer's could hit

while you look deep into his eyes

I look deeper into yours

I see lies and only lies

and two shut doors

your blood runs in me

and your perfume lives inside

let's just meet once

with both our destinies outside

evanriche.