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You think the night
is beautiful,
with her endless
cascade of stars and
the way she wears the clouds
so seductively–
billowing wisps of froth
that adhere to her frame
like a silk negligee,
their mere existence
dependent solely upon
the curves of her body.
She’s the girl next door;
the one who keeps you up at night,
the woman you want to undress.
You admire her
for her quiet,
for her stillness.
You worship her,
for she is the keeper
of both dreams and wishes.
But I am afraid
you have mistaken her mournings
for loveliness.
What you thought were stars
are really tears,
molten pearls of silver
whose painful scorches
have blemished the
velveteen shadows
of the night.
And the clouds are not truly clouds
but ringlets of cigarette smoke
that arise from her
chapped, wine-stained lips,
imposing onto the air a heavy smog that
sputters throughout the blackness.
Sometimes,
she will sing,
her symphonies chaperoned by
the melancholy of Ursa Minor.
I heard that you like
the bad girls, honey.
Is that true?
The vibrato of her voice
ricochets off the
planes of the universe.
A fine performance!
they cheer
(for someone who is
so unfathomably sad).
The Gods
say she is a warped record,
a label that is dictated,
not by her pitch,
but by her broken heart.
And you will listen
to her anyway;
for she will put you
to sleep with her lullabies
whose sorrow you have
failed to acknowledge–
a sorrow you have mistaken
for beauty.
But, then, perhaps you
had known
of her sorrow all along.
Perhaps that was what
had captivated
you in the first place.
After all,
dark minds think alike.
Image Source:
Lana Del Rey Summertime Sadness gif. (2015). [image] Available at: https://weheartit.com/entry/106349020 [Accessed 25 Feb. 2018].
This one is one of my personal favourites !!!!