My Burden

My love is a four-headed rose, what a monstrous beauty!

My love is a chaotic radio, I just can't mute it.

My love is a cold cup of tea, that everyone despises.

My love is an autonomous jukebox, always full of surprises.

That's what the people who don't know

whispered about me in the backseat of the train.

Luckily, they don't know that

My love is my heart's heavy burden, that makes me sink.

My love is a bird with no wings, that can't fly because it's sick.

My love is an abandoned library and its selves are filled with dust.

My love is a crying clown, that can't get rid of his mask.

My love is a well-locked trunk

and the key is burnt and broken

but I'm still waiting for

somebody to unlock it.

Maggie