There is a story of which I know,
That no happy heart would dare to go,
The chimes ring silent in the frigid wind,
And the harpsichord’s tune lowers, tightens.
-
Before my tale, I must make preface,
The tale, metaphors, rightly seek justice,
For there are no emotions quite like found here,
Life just continues, a grinding gear.
-
When the flower lost its petal,
It said “These things just happen.”
It wasn’t time, it was a crime,
To let this flower die ugly.
-
The tree has lost its apple,
The only thing that marked its beauty,
No longer can it the apple cradle,
Its brilliant seed so fruiting.
-
Think of the dark storm cloud,
That lost its rain so pure,
It likely never will be found,
This sickness has no cure.
-
The feeling burrows in your stomach,
It eats away at your heart,
It terrorizes your mind,
To know they have found another to start.
-
Though no one has ever died,
From a muscle left this broken,
I guess I should have lied
Asleep, instead be woken.
-
Bring me the silken cloth,
From my box of fragile,
It will protect this darkened stone,
And mend it back to evil.
-
Think of every time you’ve cried,
About something you could not change,
And see if you still care to know,
Why it is yourself to blame.
-
Think of every category,
that you could have mended,
All of it an allegory
To your love intended.
-
When you see the bitter face,
Of reject and spite and be hated,
Coming from your used to be
Loved, but relocated.
-
You will find yourself the virus
Of your conjoined lives,
You will never be pious
Enough for their love, despised.
-
**** everything about yourself,
It helps ease the anguish,
But keep yourself here and conscious,
So you understand true languish.
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 12:19 AM UTC
There is a story of which I know,
That no happy heart would dare to go,
The chimes ring silent in the frigid wind,
And the harpsichord’s tune lowers, tightens.
-
Before my tale, I must make preface,
The tale, metaphors, rightly seek justice,
For there are no emotions quite like found here,
Life just continues, a grinding gear.
-
When the flower lost its petal,
It said “These things just happen.”
It wasn’t time, it was a crime,
To let this flower die ugly.
-
The tree has lost its apple,
The only thing that marked its beauty,
No longer can it the apple cradle,
Its brilliant seed so fruiting.
-
Think of the dark storm cloud,
That lost its rain so pure,
It likely never will be found,
This sickness has no cure.
-
The feeling burrows in your stomach,
It eats away at your heart,
It terrorizes your mind,
To know they have found another to start.
-
Though no one has ever died,
From a muscle left this broken,
I guess I should have lied
Asleep, instead be woken.
-
Bring me the silken cloth,
From my box of fragile,
It will protect this darkened stone,
And mend it back to evil.
-
Think of every time you’ve cried,
About something you could not change,
And see if you still care to know,
Why it is yourself to blame.
-
Think of every category,
that you could have mended,
All of it an allegory
To your love intended.
-
When you see the bitter face,
Of reject and spite and be hated,
Coming from your used to be
Loved, but relocated.
-
You will find yourself the virus
Of your conjoined lives,
You will never be pious
Enough for their love, despised.
-
**** everything about yourself,
It helps ease the anguish,
But keep yourself here and conscious,
So you understand true languish.
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