Pumpkin

This one is for King Kong.

She was fragile

He was charming

“I’m leaving.” Said the boy

And the girl cried

The lad returned

He held her hand, this time with a smile

“I belong not to you, now.”

Her cheekbones flushed and eyes glistened with tears

The boy turned into a disturbed gentleman

“Pumpkin” often drunk, he called her

Into a gloomy woman, she grew,

Solely awaiting the 3 a.m. smiles

The man drank some more

Gazed at her pictures even more

Held her fervently and momentarily,

But ignored her frailty

Pumpkin forgot how the man looked,

But reminisced every trace of his lips

She let the others lust her entire being,

And slyly broke his heart

Still charming, the man beckoned

Still fragile, pumpkin fluttered

He rediscovered her psyche

She traced his soul, this time

Cupid cursed them with immortality

So, now they battle...

The bride with her newborn charm,

The groom with his fragility