Yet another poemspam
Siris Shame
Late at night she would go out to enjoy herself
Exchanged kisses that tasted fruitless, while
Wondering why she was there and why she did it.
But she shrugged it off anyway
'Til she kept falling into the abyss.
She held hands with those whose palms were cold
Awoke at cradles she had never felt before, and
Told herself that she enjoyed every single minute of it.
Yet she still wept bitterly everyday
'Til everything slowly went amiss.
A time came when she felt sharp pain in her belly
And fell sideways to the cold ground
Crying and sobbing, knowing that must be it.
Still she knew there was no other way
Thus shame grew in the heart of Siris.
- I saw this car with the words “Siris Shame” written on the glass while I was going home from school. (Btw, Siris is pronounced as “Say-ris” literally). I wondered what it meant, but it kinda gave me an idea. As soon as I went home I began typing this. It’s not that hard to understand, I’m sure. This is dedicated to an old friend whom I dearly miss…I know she’s having more than HUGE problems right now and even if she will never get to read this, I hope that she still feels me. I wish you’ll be happy the rest of your life.
Late at night she would go out to enjoy herself
Exchanged kisses that tasted fruitless, while
Wondering why she was there and why she did it.
But she shrugged it off anyway
'Til she kept falling into the abyss.
She held hands with those whose palms were cold
Awoke at cradles she had never felt before, and
Told herself that she enjoyed every single minute of it.
Yet she still wept bitterly everyday
'Til everything slowly went amiss.
A time came when she felt sharp pain in her belly
And fell sideways to the cold ground
Crying and sobbing, knowing that must be it.
Still she knew there was no other way
Thus shame grew in the heart of Siris.
- I saw this car with the words “Siris Shame” written on the glass while I was going home from school. (Btw, Siris is pronounced as “Say-ris” literally). I wondered what it meant, but it kinda gave me an idea. As soon as I went home I began typing this. It’s not that hard to understand, I’m sure. This is dedicated to an old friend whom I dearly miss…I know she’s having more than HUGE problems right now and even if she will never get to read this, I hope that she still feels me. I wish you’ll be happy the rest of your life.