He's the blazing fire
And I'm just a lonely lyre
That plays his melody.
Quite silently.
He is Perfection.
And I am Imperfection.
He is the sun setting soon.
I am the empty pale moon.
I'm the queer to his normal, why?
I am the unpleasant star to his sky.
He is the lyre's soft hue.
He is the lyre's sweet dew.
Dedicated to Simon-says
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PoetryOriginal Random Sad Poems By Iella Letters Photo Credits to @bleeblue on Instagram Edit Credits to @Iellaaaaa on Wattpad © Copyright 2016
