"conium" poems
Once upon a golden day
They led me to where thy layst
In all thine splendour, fire and might
An angel did then cloud my sight
O enchantress, what sayst thou?
Your sight, it dost put a glamour on me
Behind thine eyes of ebony
What colors doth thou see?
Clench my throat in thy marble hand
Steal my soul
My heart
My mind
In thy cloak of conium and chamomile
What is they purpose? O sweet angel?
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC
It must be hard
To have someone
With a heart so marred
To think of you
As the sun
As I do.
To know that your desires
Although not meant
To set these fires
Would cause my disappointment.
The choices you make
In my heart
Hold a heavy weight
A potential to tear me apart.
I made you my god
But you knew you were a fraud.
Never wished to hurt me
But you desired to be free
Of this podium
I forced onto you
My applause conium
I never knew I was slowly killing you.
It must be hard
To have someone so marred
Think as highly of you
As I do.
I can't quit loving you
But if I quit hurting you
Do you think you
Could say I love you too?
You are my sun
But you are human too.
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC