Beautiful Tragedy

A Poem By Kathleen // 3/11/2011

You're my beautiful tragedy
and I’m laughing all the while
loving your somber eyes
as your feet drift on floor and tile.

You take your seat, saying old words.
I listen to your cadence as if it were a play.
As if I weren’t the one
who answered the prayers you couldn't pray.

I’m asking for some music,
a teardrop from your eyes
as if I weren’t the one
who told you velvet lies.

You do sorrow so well.
I’ve given you a gift, a cage.
You’ve played your life
upon my stage.

You shoot your raw tirade
of which I can be the only aim.
You give the regret of a broken angel
who can never be the same.

You’re my beautiful tragedy
and I’m watching all the while
wishing for your kiss
as your feet drift on floor and tile.

Comments

Just to let you know

 This basically came from a story in my mind. So even though I'm speaking in first person I'm not talking about  myself or a relationship I have.  I didn't want anyone to think I was a monster. So without further ado, enjoy the poem. :)

Kathleen | Sun, 03/13/2011

I can just hear Josh Groban

I can just hear Josh Groban singing this one... I wonder what it would be like, put to music? 

Marlene E. Schuler | Mon, 03/14/2011

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This reminds me strikingly of

This reminds me strikingly of a character named Rose is a book series I've started reading by Liz Curtis Higgs.

Anna | Thu, 03/17/2011

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

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