Like Green To Grass

These buildings look like teeth, with black holes gazing out at the streets, they are looking for something to fill the void, but it’s empty like the bottle in your hand that you’re holding onto like a lover.

Wandering the streets like a phantom, trying to make sense of what has happened. The night tucks you in with her blanket with promises of a brighter tomorrow. Then it cries and drowns the pavement with sounds of splattering bombs to sing you off to sleep, just like a lover.

You dream of numbers that used to belong to your friends, but the sequences have changed since then and the fallout that spread like an illness has long passed, just like them. You had it all.

Swept off your feet and adored, you were a stolen moment that loved, but you shook it like a child with a toy and the head broke, instantly killing the heart.
But you still have your half and it’s beating... beating you to death with loss.

No more glasses to tip with friends, no more sonnets to construct with ballpoint pens, you are fading into nothing.

Written by Chris Yeoman