Fingers like crayons,
melting over flames,
dripping on your eyelids.
You have your
technicolor world
without the ecstasy.
You told me it wasn't possible.
You told me it wasn't possible
to get drunk without your dad.
You told me it was Pepsi,
it was Diet Coke.
You told me it was love.
It was something like
decay,
in fall,
in the brush,
the words your mother
swept under the rug.

∆
Against the rules
            We
Fought but tirelessly
Harrowing the sanctuaries
That gold our passions

∆
Against the rules
           We
Fought arrogantly and carelessly
And wore gallantly pride with fashion

∆
Against the rules
            Our
World was a war
And our hearts,a battlefield
Adorned with stardust of endless fantasies
The only sense that we fee led

∆
Against the rules
              We
Stood on the edges of our love
With unrestrained actions,a glove
And predilections fold

∆
Against the rules
             We
Bruised our love,a thousand times,and many
So pathetic,domiciled in the fouling
It left us penny

∆
Against the rules
            We
Kept still in shelves
Gild with paranoia
And wither optimism ourselves


∆
Against the rules
                We
Failed our love
Brim fully with the tests
And staunch childishly
Waiting for who to make amends first


∆
Against the rules
                I
Carved myself in this cages of poetry
And branded exquisitely with the oratory
That reawaken but to quench
Your rebellious memories in me

∆
Against the rules
                  We
Hid diamonds in shadows
And fooled our love a place to lay abode



Against the rules

©Historian E.Lexano


™Recalcitration With Excellence

®P°h°D Poetry