oh, saturn
won’t you loosen up
and let your worries go?
how he thrives,
on the pain and power
of those weaker
the balance lost,
and the love was gone
like a bittersweet symphony
i swore it was love,
but the pure agony
was sorrowful poetry
still he said, “venus,
won’t you give me all
and every piece of you?”
but i refused,
because who would i be
if i forgot the essence of me?
venus and saturn; how she loved him unconditionally
