Your Phoney Beauty

by Shruti   Oct 12, 2016


12/10/16
Those knees... they bled
slight scarlet,
one day;
those limbs stumbled
upon small secrets,
you left on your way.
But all I could do was
hold out a pink handkerchief
and secure it around your wound,
with a tiny promise.

We played...
Our game of hide and seek.
You hid, I sought.
We played...
With our softball.
I threw it, for you to grab.

And then it was my turn;
I hid and waited long, you never came to seek.
I opened my hands to grab the ball, you never threw it.
And there it is,
our then pink piece of cloth, now black
lying on the muddy ground.
I saw you run
through that puddled alley,
leaving behind your
shoe prints,
on my once pink handkerchief...
on my crimson secrets.
-
Your knees... they bleed again.
And today you seek me, while I hide no more.
You see me here, but I now stand far.
But I have something I found when we played before.
Something I chose to not look at... then.
Something I ought to tell you now -
Your beauty mask. It has a hole.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Wayne Gates

    You write in a way that creates a movie in my mind. I read it without seeing words. Only the sweet drama of the journey you took me through. Very talented.

    • 7 years ago

      by Shruti

      Thank you :).

  • 7 years ago

    by Mahesh Kachare

    It is the best poem.

  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    Wow. I am shocked at your age especially with writing something so meaningful and thought provoking.

    I like how you use childhood games within the piece to mask something child like when in all honesty it isn't. This piece shows (I feel) that in your short life you have loved and been hurt. I do believe though that Ether is correct and the bleeding of knees is for beauty and attraction being lost but also, love.
    What an inspirational piece or free verse.

    Em

    • 7 years ago

      by Shruti

      You are absolutely correct. Thank you.
      :)

  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    This really is a very moving and nostalgic piece of writing that I actually found quite chilling. It is beautifully written, especially for one so young.
    Keep up the good work; your poetry gets better and better.

    All the best,

    Ben

  • 7 years ago

    by nancy

    Sharodi I thought dat it was 4 ur ex best friend.......I mean seriously it's sumwat related to me??????
    Any ways his work and keep penning.

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