Read Poetry: Don’t Paint the Roses, by A. Gouedard

she remembered she was falling
reaching for a cake crumb
swallowing a draught
that completely turned her head


she was running round the roses
painting red and white
challenging the chess board
to maneuvers in the dark


she had a distant memory
of a love that struck a spark
but the tables all kept turning
when he tried to take her hand


in the horrors and delusions
that stalked this troubled land
he loved her all the time
but he had lost his mind


lovers often lose their way
whether they are sane or mad
all is topsy-turvy
when the news is always bad


they race around in shadows
trying to find a light
their dreams become a nightmare
ruining their night


but up above the stars shine out
constellations point the path
if only they could both sit down
gazing up at last


the roses never needed paint
he knew that all along
check mate only brings an end
to more that can be done


lovers only need to sit
and think what love’s about
and forget the silly games
that pull them inside out

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