As my heart, my once faint light,
seemingly glows,
with each and every sunrise
only to rest, ever so peacefully
at the first breath of night...
My spirit quietly wakes,
as does my dying heart,
my precious soul...
a living, breathing work of art...
I spoke to my one love,
I said to her...
“Forever as I wish,
I may write out this eternal pain,
and bleed my sorrows away...
until then, only then
shall my time reach its end”
As tears trickled down her face,
I continued to spill my heart,
“The memories, the dreams,
forever lost
within the seas of time
but never forgotten,
hidden inside a cave,
a hollow heart.”
But as I held her eyes,
her focus remained
and I spoke my final few words
the last I would ever say...
“My heart, my broken art,
pierced by a poisoned dart
left to drown within my sorrows,
until the end, the final tomorrow.”
And so I lay there,
frozen in time
having lost my love...
soon after quickly ending my life,
regretting all that was,
and all that could have been
Who knew that it would become,
that all of this would lead us to
such a tragic end.
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