The clouds weep,
Weep as I walk to your grave.
The flowers sleep,
Sleep like everyone in this place.
Why?
Why did I get shot with the arrow of love
While you got shot with the arrow of hate?
In all my gay life full of doves
I had never seen this cruel of a fate.
Yet I see the gods laugh at me
How amusing must Eros and his cupids find me
Begging for you to love me knowing that you never would,
Begging for you to see me knowing that you never could.
Because while you had always been my Daphne,
I had just become your Apollo.
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Hi guys! It's Aria again!
Sorry I disappeared for a looong time. School work was just such a pain, and I got no time at all to write, but I am back now! And will hopefully be updating every 2 weeks or so.
Have a great day my readers! <3
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The Rain Knows
PoetryA book of poems written during rainy nights with nothing but the company of the starry sky.
