To,
Someone who
has never felt it?
I am deeply sorry.
Almost sorry enough to see
my deepest of sympathy
formed like a black chasm
An endless descent into
the realms of obssession
and unrequited affections
I've been tumbling around
upon a cycle
Like a water-wheel filling up
upon a stream
of blood, leaked from dreams
of sweet love
At first so warming and welcoming
At last so bitter, like ice breaking
at cycle's end.
Oh, these long moments
of fleeting affection
These different spirits
they ensnare me
In condensated reflections
of myself and
my past.
Why, these feelings
Are they not just
~ Love
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC
To,
Someone who
has never felt it?
I am deeply sorry.
Almost sorry enough to see
my deepest of sympathy
formed like a black chasm
An endless descent into
the realms of obssession
and unrequited affections
I've been tumbling around
upon a cycle
Like a water-wheel filling up
upon a stream
of blood, leaked from dreams
of sweet love
At first so warming and welcoming
At last so bitter, like ice breaking
at cycle's end.
Oh, these long moments
of fleeting affection
These different spirits
they ensnare me
In condensated reflections
of myself and
my past.
Why, these feelings
Are they not just
~ Love
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