I was there when he gave you wilted roses
I saw him as in your scarred heart he phases
Both of you fell into a frozen river
Somewhere where your love is just something greater
I saw him when he lit your candle inside
But it was extinguished by the ocean's tide
He gave you chances that he never should have
He took the beautiful soul's sixteen red scarves
His rusted floorboards, and rusted nails gave bliss
Your blood tinted cheeks, and his lingering kiss
It wasn't long until it all disappeared
Everything that you'd built together adhered
Two-person party ended, you were alone
An arrow he threw shot you right through the bone
The silhouette of mine will be visible
Shake his head, did things that are sensible
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A Poet's Sojourn: His Compendium
PoetryTales of a poet that was saved by another poet: A collection of the poetry I wrote. I was trapped inside an endless void. I'm on the verge of going crazy- who said I wasn't?
