Like many loveless nights,
muted cries and once-lit candles.
Luckless wishes of handheld romance.
Echoed memories shift
my tardy pen on ****** pages.
Trysts between hand and heart.
How night terrors (or night letters, rather)
hold the sun beneath my bed
and sketch nightmares in my head
"Oh, the hurt when one
feels alone.
Oh, the pain when one
feels, alone."
I once self whispered a vow of silence,
to keep my penned, ethereal thoughths
to myself
However, beauty
such as this is
such as you are
such as I am
merits lovely words.
So i'll write free this beautiful disappointment,
and never satisfied love.
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 9:51 AM UTC
Like many loveless nights,
muted cries and once-lit candles.
Luckless wishes of handheld romance.
Echoed memories shift
my tardy pen on ****** pages.
Trysts between hand and heart.
How night terrors (or night letters, rather)
hold the sun beneath my bed
and sketch nightmares in my head
"Oh, the hurt when one
feels alone.
Oh, the pain when one
feels, alone."
I once self whispered a vow of silence,
to keep my penned, ethereal thoughths
to myself
However, beauty
such as this is
such as you are
such as I am
merits lovely words.
So i'll write free this beautiful disappointment,
and never satisfied love.