Words hurt no matter how small.
Words hurt and hath their power to enthrall.
And I've been hurt
By your malevolent call.
Like the impossible love of Venus and Mars and as time progresses- the death of old stars.
You thought I would never miss you-
But I see your red hair as a burning visage in my mind.
I see your face as a hallow, sacred artifact and your lips as gentle as Hyancith's.
But that discus that Apollo threw
Has struck my heart and the blood hath spewed-
all over my hands.
So I sit like a hag, aged by heartbreak
Mourning like a widow- a black widow, that will **** her joys for a selfish sake.
Words do hurt no matter how small
Words hurt and hath their power to cause downfall.
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 7:58 AM UTC
Words hurt no matter how small.
Words hurt and hath their power to enthrall.
And I've been hurt
By your malevolent call.
Like the impossible love of Venus and Mars and as time progresses- the death of old stars.
You thought I would never miss you-
But I see your red hair as a burning visage in my mind.
I see your face as a hallow, sacred artifact and your lips as gentle as Hyancith's.
But that discus that Apollo threw
Has struck my heart and the blood hath spewed-
all over my hands.
So I sit like a hag, aged by heartbreak
Mourning like a widow- a black widow, that will **** her joys for a selfish sake.
Words do hurt no matter how small
Words hurt and hath their power to cause downfall.
1 'Hyancith's..discus that Apollo threw' refers to the death of Hyancinthus, a young beautiful divine who was in love with Apollo. Apollo and Hyancith were playing with a discus and Apollo accidently threw it and it unfortunately killed Hyancithus.
2 'the blood hath spewed- all over my hands' inspired by Shakespeare's 'Macbeth' when Lady Macbeth sees imaginary blood on her hands that she can not wash off. A sense of guilt.
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