Yellow Words :)

Tick. Tock. It's hanging from the metal loops
Swinging back and forth making cuts in the wind
The lover place hold is no longer breathing
It expects nothing, the scars run deep.

Time heals all wounds, apparently. At least
that's what the books say. Books lie. He lied.
The once, bright full heart of red now hushed
Her lips don't rest. Tight, zipped, closed.

There is moss on the keys sitting in the grass.

Sprinting still though, she’s happier now. Even

With the muted corner. Time has told it’s tale.

The passing of ticks and tocks cures alone.

But that’s not it.The dissolve is accompanied

With something new shining through the gate’s

Pickets. The stubborn gates purse and pucker

But the shining flickers persist on past the pout.

Tightened for a while with the rays push.

Until one day, the glimmer takes a new path.

She takes out one earplug, and listens to hear

Yellow words of endless nights and sheer amusement.

The gates hold closed but wither slowly away

With each passing day, the edges soften. Affirmed.

The shine allows pain, mistakes, and imperfections.

But the lock holds on, in the moss. The fear is stronger.

The yellow words keep to their cute chatter even if

She doesn’t let them through. The pickets though

Are almost gone, held by only one splinter of wood.

It’s hard to ignore the glistening smile she now wears.

One day, those last splinters go with the wind and

She’s left there, unveiled without the layer of safe.

Yellow’s arm reaches down to her and picks her up

And twirls her in the air, with the echoing laughs.

The nets are released and opened. Finally, she

Allows herself to feel the childish pulls again.

Distant now, the tainted words sit in the moss.

She’s learned trust, and this time it’s better.