My love
Not again
Why does every time I visit,
your windows are shadowed
Your room is clouded
Blackness is around, swirling
And I can feel the hate
you carry for yourself
You beat yourself over the past
Sinking deepFalling in a vortex, which forever lasts
Tell me, love
If you never saw the pen
And never through your sadness, written
Would you ever have met me then?
I know you were strictly, forbidden.
from holding a paper and a pen or writing
Yet you defied the orders you were given
And what a beautiful mistake it became
I met you
You met me
From my boring orbits, you grabbed me
Making me eagerly wait
For the next nights, impatiently, wait
Tell me, dear,
Am I not a beautiful sin you committed?
No sarcasm here intended,
But you are my stupid stubborn thing!
Honey, no!
You are grateful enough.
You take every word I say to heart
You try and try
Pushing hard to your limits
So my words won't go in vain
For that, to me, you are everything
My galaxy
My stars
Someone, I would forever, hold in my heart
My princess
Don't submit
You haven't yet lost
Who knows?
Maybe another gift will sprout.
To me, your mistake was everything
To me, your love is everything
Everything.
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My Salty Rivers And The Moon (wattys2018)
PoetryThe princess has no-one to talk to No-one to listen to her To comfort her To make her pain go away To love her . . Till she found the moon her secret lover She waits every night To spill her innermost thoughts To put her mind...