#sanctified
The pages dripped,
As so the time of the lover.
What seemed so pure,
Gone the distant time another.
From tears to blood,
Pleased and fitted the seeking lines.
This writing love,
Above all the pure soul he whines.
Somberly eased,
One seeks a fine place to rest on.
Of all chastised,
Left a soul requited and blessed.
Run forgiveness,
Placed heavenly upon his chest.
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 6:51 PM UTC
I'll toll the bells in your return-
you've come back empty handed,
without any stories
to tell me.
I'll lie awake tonight again,
and you'll have nothing to tell me.
No happily-ever-after, no stories of heroes and queens.
I'll wait and want to be tangled in narration,
and dialogue and maybe finally
slumber might find me
and take me in.
And you'll tell me that you're sorry,
that you owe me histories and narratives,
that my eyes won't rest
and it's all you're fault.
But oh my dear,
all I wanted was for you to know
your homecoming
was my most favourite story
yet.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 2:27 PM UTC