Your eyes run up, chasing after your feelings— the softest echo
of a heart, once feeling passionately in love, but only in secret.
A storm of longing; calm beginnings soon roar thundering
clapping opening and closing gates.
The haste, becomes the menace of biting into a bullet;
never knowing its taste. For any chance given, will later on
pierce through you in secretive conclusions— another round,
another round, for a scar so yawning, and a memory so tired
of ruminating last nights.
Your tears, are picturesque ashes; core flames that shriek
a pain before a moment’s murmurs. While an after long
upshot, distinguishes something oppressive, growing
out of your heart’s flame— your cheeks raised red of blush;
unease in a fiery rose.
Wouldn’t you love to grow openly under the summer kisses
that wash the earth in light; as for me, it seemed
reminiscent of your former bright smile.
You were once the joy forward looking to a better day;
a ray after the rain. To reign supreme on their minds;
on top of every thought of you, worn proudly as a crown.
The former is gone.
The world nicked away that stem of your courageous,
precious, and outrageous company; during the wake
of you finding yourself
_— you’re so restless now. _
What would distinguish your fiery beauty,
is extinguished; diminished,
— buried by the earth.
Still your enduring fiery beauty could feed greed
into Hell’s gate. For even buried in tragedy;
you shall ascend gladly to avenge those who hurt you,
in your triumph.
