You're the Apollo to my Dionysus,
We're each other's opposites,
This isn't a love story
but a Greek tragedy,
In the end, we'll be miserable and alone
like the Gods we worship,
But tonight, you can be the harmony
to my festivity,
The melody
to my jamboree,
Touch me where the chaos awakens inside of me,
Bring order to my anarchy,
Knowing how we'll end,
We'll embrace each other under Venus,
We'll glorify her through our passion,
rapture and lust,
a true Greek revelry,
a feast made for kings,
Tomorrow,
Our memories of each other will be imprinted,
but the goodbyes will be left unsaid,
as we walk back to the homes that we have forgotten,
the hearts that we have broken,
and we'll bend the shambles that make up our lives.
Authors note: What would a good name to this poem be?
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Poetry & Coffee
PoetryDo you know what goes together? Poetry and Coffee. So read one of my poems and drink a cup of coffee. But don't forget to tell me what you think, yeah?
