Confessions: Malabar Whistling Thrush

2014-07-10 14:25

If I were a snowflake,
you'd be an autumn rose,
with beauty so radiant
that I'd melt

And when I melt,
I create miniature disasters
by becoming tsunamis
on the shores of your heart;

When I melt,
I tend to flood everything -
washing hope and light away
with dark tides rising

Because breaking hearts,
being a demon - a destroyer,
a devil without self-control -
is still a part of everything I do

So sing requiems for our evanescent love,
my beautifully broken Malabar Whistling Thrush -

For I'm the demon curator of this museum,
and you're already a part of my collection.

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Part of Saffie's Number Game, prompts were:

Autumn rose
if I were a snowflake
miniature disasters
still a part of everything I do
caged songbird