stopfunk;

this feeling
is a paper tiger
threatening us
with its graceful
blowing in the wind

when it stops its taunts
in the crashing fire
i’m expecting a slow
drawn out melancholy
that explodes into a million shades
of regret

you and i
have lived a love
as dreamers
not regretters

and i’d take it all back if i could.

• Category: Poetry