In the winds of strength,
I may never know
From where you came, and where you left,
Forevermore; I am lowCurse my fate,
Ye don't know
If you did,
I wouldn't have had been soBut in the hours of waiting,
Looking through the glass doors
There were no footsteps,
Only wind that felt coarseI 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 hairI 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**