Your charm is endless,
Your wit immaculate.
You could convince a lawyer into honesty,
A saint to sin,
And a widower to adorn herself in scarlet.
Anna, your gifts are God sent,
Beyond the earthly understanding of women,
And the power to drive men insane.
Don't waste your talent on frivolous pursuits,
With young men who don't know the definition of growing up.
You had it all,
A dream life for a portrait of a woman whose beauty never wanes.
Your boredom is your greatest fault,
When you seek out cheap trists over the dependable footsteps of a Christian man,
You long for European summers, colorful literature, and children trapped in the idea of you.
If you had loved at all, you'd realize that it's a mindset
And that chemistry fades after reaction.
You leave men smiling in the wake of their own destruction
And women pitying your inattentive nature.
Anna, when will you leave behind your selfish demeanor?
When will we all stop excusing insolence of character as naivety?
Until the end, you were a beautiful disaster.
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An Ode to Muses to Polyhymnia
PoetryThis poetry collection explores loneliness, theology, Biblical characters, depression, heartbreak, and disappointment. It's a good read for someone going through a bad time, but surprisingly hopeful.
