If We Love..

The rope is tight
There is the note
Best one I ever wrote,
A masterpiece, I would say
The 10th draft
Stood on a chair
Took a long look at myself,
A final look,
My dress is perfect
Yellow, the color of hope
Fixed my hair
Checked my lipstick
Everything had to be perfect
I put on the rope,
Smiled,
and pushed away the chair.

 

** This poem was inspired by a short movie I found earlier called “If we love“.

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