Burning Paper Flowers Poem by Geno Flash

Burning Paper Flowers

Sippin on your drink,
now you're over the sink.
Chunks are comin up,
but you've got your next cup.

And there's nothing but the
sound and the flashing lights.
People saying harsh words,
and busting into fights.

And now you're burning
your bridges, and knocking
down towers. Setting fire to
the fields, and burning paper
flowers.

Seein all the ladies
from across the room.
Dancing with them all
to the boom boom boom.

Now you see her in your eyes,
and you know you really want to.
She's pressing up against you,
knowing that she wants you too.

And the bridges are blazing
with the flames that you're craving.
And in your field of paper flowers,
you'll burn them all to find the one
worth saving.

And now the sound is
growing so silent.
You take her up stairs,
she's just another client.

Her clothes have come off and she's pressed up against you,
and now you're thinking what to do.
The buzz is strong and it's so confusing.
She's riding on top, but you feel like you're losing.

The bridges are burning,
and now they're almost ash.
As the paper flowers are burning,
you threw the one worth saving
into the trash.

By: Tyler Creed Mabry