Say my name,
One last time,
Take my blame,
For just a while,
Braid my hair,
And tell me lies,
This is just the beginning,
Of my demise.
Secret gardens,
Backlit rooms,
Treasure chest tokens,
Removed by you,
A sketched out drawing,
A little white lie,
Pencil drawn outlines,
As days gone by,
My heart will wither,
For it is thee,
A season upon us,
For all to see,
From here I stare vacant,
You call for me,
I cannot hear you,
I cannot breathe,
My heart has grown solid,
Fractured in time,
I'm still sat here,
Your eyes on mine,
The blue and the green,
A woven seem,
How can I forget you?
It's clear to me,
You steal the souls,
Of girls gone by,
To have and to hold,
A sickening lie,
You tell them you love them,
Till the day you die,
But you died long ago,
Your shadow bone dry,
I can now see,
What you truly are,
A soul once lost,
Amongst the stars,
I can't forget you,
An indefinite flaw,
My vessel is tired,
Tied to shore,
I just want to wander,
Beneath the skies,
One day it will seem,
Like this daydream's goodbye,
But little does he know,
I am the queen of long lives,
For he is the anchor,
My throne untied,
He now sails,
Far across shores,
Our invisible string,
Now rubbed raw,
As queen I condemn,
Your damned withdraw,
You never did realise,
I am the God of the lost cause.
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Surviving June: Whispers of the Mind
PoetryWhispers of the Mind: A Collection This collection delves into the intricate dance between memory and desire, featuring pieces that explore the haunting grip of past regrets, the agony of obsession, and the desperate longing for renewal. Each story...
