The story of a broken boy lost and found in a wooden box,
Only to be holding a treasured heart filled with diamonds and gold from the brittle hands,
Lost and confused what do words mean or are they just meaningless lies,
Ask this to yourself, is it worth risking it all for the bearer of your precious petals,
You're blossoming soaking,
In the finest of wine,
Drifting across the planet but chained down the the emotions,
Gusts of wind pass through his mind,
But devoured by the thoughtless voices across the galactic stars,
Searching for a meaning or a rose to give to the angel of death,
Will you accept me and bathe in my sullied blood for the rest of time,
Or will you tie me to your soul and command me to drown in your drugged, addictive euphoria forever.
So many questions yet no one searches for this precious heart,
Buried in the finest of crystalized petals,
No one was there when he sought help to protect his angel of life,
But now she's dead,
unified in his soul they're one for as long as the stars are alive,
A dragon to be their carrier,
But an emptied star to guide them in the misty night,
Guide him to the moon so his star can be whole once more,
Hold those delicate arms and tell her you love her my broken child of Yggdrasill...I love you 3000🌹
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Valetines
Poetrya very small piece I wrote while valentines day was still there. my thoughts and emotions in one. I hope it helps bring you comfort or warmth at least. I love you all♥️