A love story is a symbol
Followed in the footsteps of poems
I once witnessed the sight of a halo
It was propped up by a set of horns
And enhanced by a pair of wings
In a form of which I would adore
It was in the midst of a vast sea
Of insecurities and misanthropy
Shared by all of my fellow invitees
Whom shared with me an agony
Such anguish of teenagers,
Why must we endure loneliness?
We wouldn't know that trials
Are much easier outside of court
Because courting is a method
Constructed through generations
Of evolution of the human species
In order to survive, but we divorce
The chore of love is too much
An inferno and essence of ***
With importance unforgotten
As mates are pursued in excess
As such, mates were pursuing you
How obvious your halo truly was
With it's light shimmering in truth
However it only served as a cover up
For your ***** past, unshared
With all of the world, could not
Remain hidden beneath light
For the darkness is devouring
And I am that very same darkness
I am a likeness that seeks refuge
With no place to go as I am half of life
I peek at your horns and sense
Opportunities for my right to shine
Shine being given only to a few
A select sum of conundrums
Of whom I would beckon to come
And share with me, a bit of fun
Oh the ecstasy, and the travesty
Of what follows from such things
However, I do not dwell, or sing
Songs wishing them back to me
Truly you are an evanescent glow,
As such, I cannot afford to keep you
Because you would heal my darkness
You would fulfill each of my dreams
However the adventure...
Is what appeals to me,
In this light, I ask for forgiveness
As I have wronged you constantly
Only for you to come back to me,
It is a horrific work of life,
For you to feel the need for me,
Is only detrimental to your shine
A love story is a symbol
Followed in the footsteps of poems
The first step to finding love is pain,
And angel you will hurt all the same
The first step to finding love is pain,
Unfurl your wings, and fly away...
From me.