to create something beautiful?
to put a mark on this world,
and make use of every syllable.
Apathy ties, into reasons why,
we make up excuses for why we cry.
and in turn the result, is a temporary fix,
something simple that eases the mind.
Rest my love, just leave it be.
read my heart and feel it bleed.
beat it out, before it goes ablaze.
sometimes love must go to waste.
A breath on her neck,
she shivers and gasps.
don't worry I'm here,
I said I've always got your back.
Mystic mist, obscures my sense
until every thought is in past-tense.
and white lace frills that black book of mine,
where everything, all of it, lays intertwined.
My eyes ache for a soothing sight
I want to hear someone's voice, other than mine.
I miss the scent of her skin, so soft and light
the taste of her lips, and how she held me so tight
Who wouldn't want such a beautiful life?
simply said, it was just a lovely lie.
amazing writing
ReplyDeletethank you darlin' :)
ReplyDeletei must of course give you some of the credit for helping me spark an interest in poetry