#cicero
The bottle is soft
To touch
Caressing my sorrow
Crows scream
A usual tune
Prudent, but useless
I have to run
Into Rome
Where eagles fly
Caesar across the Tiber
Cicero in *******
Pompey unfound
Liberty is dead
The restless have arisen
Dread seeming to bribe destiny
Sword and stone
Catapult and Trieme
Feelings are fleeting
Houses catch the flame
Blades seer flesh
A list has been made
The weak are dead
Strong circumcised
Demons feed
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC
You told me that you were fine
But I knew you never said that
You'd always answer, "Wonderful!" or "Great!"
I knew the place you were at.
There was something in your mood
The way you held yourself
It was obvious that you were bothered
But what was behind feeling depressed?
I tried to go on as if I hadn't seen
That one look in your eye
But I couldn't act the happy way I do
When you looked like you wanted to cry.
I was afraid that you would start
To pour it all on me
But that was unhealthy, because I knew
I couldn't be your one and only.
I didn't want to pull away
You'd know and wonder why
Our connection and our friendship knew
The meaning of every sigh.
I couldn't ignore what was bothering you
This you couldn't outlive
So I just held you as you breathed
Knowing that was all I could give.
I'd seen your scars in the past
You'd told me what they were
But I knew there was something deeper within
That made you feel impure.
I wouldn't pursue the subject of your pain
That I knew was inflicted by you
I'd keep you in my prayers, and someday
You'll find a love that's true.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC