The Failed Experiment!

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You were the red cherry,

Hanging on a tree.

I was the snow,

Covering the hills.

I wanted to fall

On top of you

To form something pink.

 

A pink house,

Probably,

With a garden,

Not of your thorns,

And definitely not my roses

But

Of OUR lillies.

 

It was simple maths,

Genetics and Stats.

 

The science however

Did not work.

The grand experiment,

All went wrong.

 

And I was left alone,

In the darkness,

That was not my own

 

But neither was it yours.

There is no one to blame.

 

Perhaps the theories

should be checked

On mice,

And not on men.

Tell that to Mrs. Whiskers though,

She lost her hubby,

And seven children

To the noble science

And chemistry.

What a Tragedy!

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Valentine’s Day

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She claimed to have fallen for me,
everyone at the college said so.
I was not sure.

I saw her eyes,
when they were on mine
were transformed
into a brightest star I once saw
from the roof of my home
oh my humble home
The smallest place to dwell
and I heard a bell!
she only loved
my borrowed clothes,
my stolen boots,
My shiny watch
from a wealthy cousin,
A charity gift.
she only loved
An image of mine
I let it pass….

on February 12th her friend told me
That she was expecting some gift from me
I madly made a wretched decision
to buy the reddesd cherries for her
To show my passion and profess my love

I started saving some notes,
stole some more,
counted all my previous dough
To give her on February 14th,
The reddest cherries of them all

One night before that fateful day,
my mother went all funny, I say
and asked for my precious money
I asked her, why?, she did not tell,
I declined but ‘nothing’ she uttered

Next day I saw a heinous sight,
My mother’s body in sunlight.
Drenched in a pool of red
half dropping from her bed.
the color of her vomits
was the Pure and Red
I threw my money but
Kept my promise
of giving my love
The reddest cherries.

She accepted them with my apology,
They were pressed on my way to her
In red she was dressed
The juice dripped from her lips
which were tightly pressed.

I saw her as my eyes flood
drinking up my mother’s blood.