Oh you, why must you be my song again?
You're far from me; the last one of the three
Bright stars I sought out in my sky - fine men
Who shone in skies to make a dazzling scene.
The first one failed to light the navy void.
At least you pierced the shadows, unlike him.
But still, you steal back words I have enjoyed.
The starlight gone, my black hole heart feels grim.
The second was the brightest- Apollo
Fought for me back then, noble of marriage.
He was better than you, curing sorrow.
He earned a sunlit ring, veil, and carriage.
But you, my cursed third, were my earthbound Sun.
Without your golden rays, I am no one.
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Rose, Prose, Poetry
PoetryExploring topics of love, limerence, grief, and everything in between, this is a collection of 100 poems written over a year. The works both reflect inner emotions and outward connections, attempting to capture the interconnected nature of the worl...
