I waged a war
FOR NONE OF THEM
MADE YOU STAY!
Seems to me...
I am LOST!
So the night has fallen
Soon the dead of this misty night will usher the midnight gloom
My haunts of imagination still utter
I wish I could be a poem
Instead of a forged making as if I were a poet
To behold you opening your soul to me
To be the words limned on poetic canvas
To onlook you feel animated as you will read me, then
To be left alone, to evanesce
Like the calming, delicate mist hanging over the river evaporates in the morning sunshine
To be your soon to be forgotten lines
Conceived within your wondrous mind
Born upon your sublime imagination
Moulded with your deliberate love and decisive rhyme, then
To be solus, consigned to oblivion and unloved
Like a waning moon, dimmed smile and broken dove
What once was a beautifully polished and stirring wordplay, soon
To be nothing and utterly replaced
Like a song newly heard
I will be loved
Once a last musical note fades
I will be dead.
hold me in your thoughts
So I can keep you in my heart
A whole heart!
She looks like heaven
And tastes like hell
If there was a room
full of every single person
who you ever loved....
Would you be there too?
two beautiful hearts
as brittle as glass
one could see through
but they themselves couldn't pass
fell for each other
at the edge of last summer
breaks into pieces