Those were the days,
when you called me yours
and love was like war;
we’d both served two tours.
The thing about war
is that no one ever wins
as casualties pile up
for some other sap’s sins.

Those were the days,
when I never called you mine
since I played the fool
and missed every sign.
The thing about love
is that no one ever wins
and just when you give up,
another love begins.

© Autumn Siders 2015

Fake Out

You need to dust your plant
but at least your fruit won’t rot
and these books upon your shelves
haven’t got a page much less a plot.
The fancy car in your garage
is the rental for this week
and that’s not the only facade,
is that even your real cheek?
The art across your walls
was forged by only the best
and the fake boobs in your social circle
fit right in with the two upon your chest.

© Autumn Siders 2017


Waiting is the hardest thing to do
as each moment of anticipation
is spent in agony
with the results ending how they will.
But waiting for you
is something altogether new
since whatever shall be
is solely dependent upon me.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Peace and Quiet

I just want peace and quiet,
is that too much to ask?
My tired eyes are heavy
and a nap is my only task.
I want nothing to do with you
and I’ve made that plan to see
so stop constant chatter
so that my ears are free.
Don’t tell me someone’s here
and don’t coax me with a fish,
I need some alone time;
this is my only wish.
Pester me some more
and soon you will find out
just want my paws can do
as your head receives a clout.

© Autumn and Emlita Siders 2017