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Kara Palais May 28
Our desires were chalk lines and strawberry wine,
A beautiful disaster lost somewhere in time.
Yellow tape fluttered where promises bled,
Broken glass glimmered like the words left unsaid.

Lipstick stained bottles tipped over the past,
Your hands left their mark, and Gods, did they last.
Velvet night violence hits sweetly under covers,
Choking the life out like an aggravated lover.

I wore my heartbreak like a diamond-cut jewels,
Dancing through wreckage addicted to you; like a fool.
You left me for dead in the heat of your crime;
But darling, destruction was truly sublime.
Kara Palais May 28
I curled in your love like a larva,
blind to the cage I was in.
You fed me sweet lies like nectar,
and I bloomed with the rot from within.

Spun myself in silk-built silence,
a tomb dressed up as a dream.
Your voice was a lullaby;
soft, slow, and serpentine underneath.

In darkness I shed who I was,
each memory molted and torn.
My bones turned to lace in the silence,
and my sorrow grew wings to be born.

Now I rise in the hush of the after,
light pouring through every vein.
What once broke me now blooms beneath me;
I'm a monarch born from the flame.
Kara Palais May 28
In winter’s grip, I lost my way,
A frozen heart, a sky of gray.
But deep beneath the ice and stone,
A quiet strength began to grow.

Then spring arrived on softened ground,
With buds of hope and birdsong sounds.
I bloomed in colors I’d never known,
From pain; a brighter self was sown.

The summer sun lit up my face,
I danced with joy in open space.
With every heatwave, storm, and breeze,
I learned to love with deeper ease.

And autumn breathed, “Let go" with grace,
Some dreams were never yours to chase.
In golden loss, I found my truth,
There’s beauty in outgrowing youth.

Even storms that split my skies
Left clearer light behind goodbyes.
Through every turn, between sky and sea,
The seasons shape the soul of me.
Kara Palais May 28
Here I am again in a room of haze,
Eyes lost in a lover’s maze.
Back in the smoke, where the silence bleeds,
Lipstick smeared on old misdeeds.

Here I go again, searchin’ the crowd,
Hopin’ your face might call me out loud.
But I know the truth I try to outrun,
One look at you and I come undone.

I touch a flame, pretend it’s love,
Kissing the pain I'm always thinking of.
Holding me close, I play the part,
There's no one like you breaking my cursed heart.

Now I haunt the places we once knew,
Red dress, cold stare, and a phantom view.
They all see smoke, and never came;
You were the bullet, but I took the blame.
Kara Palais May 28
I'm a daydreamer, a drifter, lost in despair,
Writing love songs through fog that's filling the air.
Smoke in my lungs I'm lost in the haze
it helps blend together the darkest of days.

Kissing this wine just to numb the sting
Everything was a lie and now I'm an angel without wings.
Through mascara tears with a soul laid bare
I realized hell doesn't want me, and heaven never cared.

With a revolver, I'm here tongue in cheek
Pretty when tragic, divine when I'm weak.
Pour me another, let the bottle confess,
All of my sins leave me undressed.

Moonlight's my witness and the night knows my name,
Beauty and madness are one in the same.
Light up my sins and watch them consume,
The scent is morose like heartbreak’s perfume

I'm a daydreamer, broken and scared,
My life’s a nightmare, like chaos without cares.
I'm in a reverie moving too fast,
Sh*t luck future and dirt covered past.
Kara Palais May 28
They wove my dreams on a ribboned sky,
With threads of love that never die.
Rose-gold whispers, cherry wine air,
Soft as his hands in my tangled hair.
A needle dipped in morning’s blush,
Pulled through the cloth in a lover’s hush.
Silken vows and honeyed grace,
Woven deep in the fabric’s face.
The sweetest dreams are stitched in gold,
In patterns warm and gently bold.
Even the storms have silver seams,
Love lives loud in quiet dreams.
So wrap me up in that living art,
A tapestry sewn from a faithful heart.
Each thread is a promise, soft and true,
A life of love in every hue.
Kara Palais May 28
We started as dust on the workshop floor,
Thrown to the wheel, hearts craving more.
Your hands found mine in that restless spin,
Rough and unsure, but we let it begin.
Water and whispers smoothed every line,
Shaping the curves of your soul into mine.
Fired by longing, glazed with regret,
We cracked in the heat but weren’t finished yet.
You kissed the fractures, gold in the seams,
Like Kintsugi lovers restoring our dreams.
Time turned the wheel as we learned to stay
Masterpiece hearts made of delicate clay.
Now we sit hardened but tender and whole,
Fired by passion an unbreakable soul.
In the kiln of infinity, through pleasure and pain,
We’ll spin on that wheel again and again.
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