In the winds of strength,
I may never know
From where you came, and where you left,
Forevermore; I am low
Curse my fate,
Ye don't know
If you did,
I wouldn't have had been so
But in the hours of waiting,
Looking through the glass doors
There were no footsteps,
Only wind that felt coarse
I prayed and sang,
Sounds of faint hymns
Still you did not arrive,
Was I that grim?
Then, one day,
An ominous time
I saw your shadow,
Heard your footsteps
And looked out the meadow,
In front of the moon, there you were,
Lost eyes and shabby hair
I bounded out to you
In relief and heart's desire,
You grabbed my waist
Yet you did not inquire,
"How are you?"
I would have said,
"Fine, darling,"
But what was left?
You took my heart,
And tossed it aside,
No one will ever know,
You cruel eyes.
"One day I won't remember the tempting color of your eyes, or even the way you used to laugh. I look forward to that day."
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Blaze
PoetryA collection of songs intertwined in her head that she weaves into a web of intellectual words and let's them flow free in the form of poetry. **actually really cringey poetry that I wrote in the span of a year when I was 14**
