Only a companion was my once severed heart for him.
He couldn't see in another viewpoint where he'd consider my life.
I begged the stars and heaven for my adulation towards him to never begin,
But it only caused my intuition and faith to divide.
I claimed I was his best friend, but I wasn't his,
But we'd always be together, everyone knew he was lying.
He treated me like his muse, so I ceased to exist.
But I was his fool, and believed the words of his that's enchanting.
He found his temporary muse, another beguiling romance.
She thought he was a missing piece of her, a twin blue star.
Only a mirage was the twin star, a season of tragic circumstance.
So I became the two failed stars' lodestar.
He told me I was his best friend, told him he wasn't mine.
I was lying to him, because a feeling of adulation conquers my heart.
He knew it beforehand, yet he let himself be stained with carmine.
He liked me, I loved him; a feeling that would tear us apart.
He was scared that he'd be stoned by the people that surrounds us.
A rule in the scripture we both had to follow.
Two men, In God's eye, it's a disgrace and lust.
He was scared, but I wasn't, I'd face the stones they'd throw.
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The Ballads Of The Wordsmith For His Poet
PoetryExaltation given by the muses of this Poet's sublime. As this poet escape the asylum he's been trapped, he'd find glory into writing epics and ballads. As the wind chimes, a knock of desperation escapes his everlasting pain.
