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Lost Indeed Feb 26
I lost.
There’s not much left to say.
I’m broken.
I’m sorry I stood in his way.
Lost Indeed Feb 26
I will now gather my broken pieces,
Though they once fit perfectly with yours.
But now, I can never call you mine—
Not anymore.

The music in my ears echoes the ache in my soul,
While my words transcribe this heartbreak.
This is all I have left to show,
And I write it for my own sake.
Lost Indeed Feb 26
I am an astronomer and a lover—
I fell for a star.
But she chose the orbit of another,
Leaving me to watch from afar.

Morpheus, please don’t let me dream of her,
I can't wake to poetry on my pillow again.
My best was never enough to offer,
And my lost proclamations were in vain.
Lost Indeed Feb 26
Death was kinder to my eyes
Than love has ever been.
Tears now blur my sight—
Even in a crowd, I remain unseen.

Goodbye, my muse, my Eros, my darling.
I suppose this is the price I pay for daring.
It was No
Lost Indeed Feb 25
My heat is made to warm your cold skin,
My body designed to fit your bed.
My fingers shaped to rest in yours between
My soul can't bear to see you sad.

My poetry runs down my face like rivers,
And the verses spill onto the floor.
My devotion can’t be hidden in slivers,
And my heart longs for yours.
T
Lost Indeed Feb 25
I used to push the pain away,
But now I welcome it.
With each word you say,
I draw closer to the throne you sit.

I want to yell to the world
All the verses that belong to you.
I can travel the light and the universe’s fold—
I just hope you love me too.
T
Lost Indeed Feb 25
On the nights we can't speak,
It’s like feeling the wind before the storm.
I know the presence that I seek,
I dream with  the shapes your shadow form.

I will wait for you in a sea of a thousand stars,
I will carve your name in corners hidden from sight.
I will dive through echoes afar,
And write until my poetry runs dry.
It will always be T
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