Her hair, like threads of lost divinity,
Glows not by the kindness of the divine,
But by the sun's ray, permeating each wall.
Eyes, gleaming sapphires,
Cursed with blood.
What is she-if not heaven?
Ungodly, her beauty.
Shackled not by time,
But by cruelty carved in her soul,
Her existence naught but suffering.
In the midst of her sins, exists he,
Bound not by the clock,
But by the love he has.
Hair, like the moon in the sky,
Eyes, bloodied by sins,
Turned the clock,
To glance once more,
Into the light of the sun.
"Tell me, what must I do,
to be loved?"
Words spoken briefly,
Like light, she held.
Words which cut deep,
Tell me, if I were
The same as him,
Would I be able to
Love and adore you?
Yet, she reached her hand
Into the darkness.
A man, with no regard
For her love-
Is he not salvation
For her?
I regret it; time stands still,
As the clock rewinds.
My past-a longing I never
Should have known.
HELLOOOOO,
the inspiration for this poem was the webtoon I'm reading named
"The tyrant wants to be good."
I tried capturing the male lead's thoughts and feelings, but I made this poem before I finished certain chapters so it's pretty inaccurate lol
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A Collection of my Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems I myself have made along with what inspired me to write that poem, thank you for readin'! The titles are corny asf, I know. If ur not used to reading very very VERY messy stuff and rapid changing, I'm sorry but this book ain't...
