Red Balloon

A fine line between what is said
and what is meant
when passion hides
behind well wishes and glances
on the other side of friendship
and no one knows better
than Madame Bovary
if love will come or
love will go
the extra mile or
fade off into a slow burn
sun rises and sets
with each lie that innocently
drips from lips of gold
like spilt wine from high end crystal
visions of happily ever after
play out in the perfection of a Truffaut flick
and optimism is a red balloon
that is chased after and never caught…

                                                                  unobtainable high… 

© 2015 TrilbyYates 

Newport Sunset

Days  begin to fade away
Newport sunset lingers
dock begins to sway
sentimental thoughts 
make my heart ache 
but not 
with the intensity
as before
images seem so fresh 
I can reach out
and touch...
there is this very fine line 
between love
and guilt
wrapped so neatly
in metaphors 
our lives meshed together 
and tore apart 
humanity doesn't hold a candle 
to commitment and vows 
we cling to the warmth 
of tradition and familiarity ~

© 2013 Trilby