You waited too long its light dimmed from brightest star in our night skies to falling star burning too bright right before it dies
You waited too long the breath i held only for you ran out of oxygen burned out in a vaccum then withered away to cold blue
You waited too long the spell is now broken apart yet manacled fetttered strong your soul to my beaten heart quiet lingers not for long
You waited too long my colours ache to seek the free all these tergiverstates a mess as you flicker quiver wink blink me come again behold me undress
You waited too long my fired passion fades to grey your velleity extinguished potent fire our love with no locus left for play embered draff detritus of our desire
You waited to long so its dried wither on the vine finds me persuasible no more faltered failed to make you mine I feign sublime and close our door.
Another 'older' write from April last year, it's interesting to read and revisit previous lines, especially when feeling 'blocked' as I am, and have been for a little while now. I'm used to writing at least several poems a week, but recently have been a little stuck. No doubt they'll all flow out at once when the **** is unplugged!