Broken hearts and angered thoughts,
Masterpieces burned, tragic works of art.
The paper fades between the flames,
Yet, I continue to whisper your name.
There's a power hidden within your tears,
A power so vibrant, it creates frantic fears.
I don't know where I'm going to end up,
But, in my fate, I have to trust.
I know there is no chance of us,
But, I am far too gone to give up on love.
Our future is unwritten, we do not know what's coming,
We don't have precision, all we have and all we will ever have is the unknowing.
Blank canvases and colorful emotions,
Can't live with this aching devotion.
I created magic with the words that remind me of you,
Every syllable, each vowel, painstakingly true.
There's a worry smeared between your breaths,
Perhaps our parting is really what's best.
I don't know where I'm going to end up,
But, in my fate, I have to trust.
I know there is no chance of us,
But, I am far too gone to give up on love.
Our future is unwritten, we do not know what's coming,
We don't have precision, all we have and all we will ever have is the unknowing.
I can see the embers floating into the sky,
The memories and love shared between you and I.
As we drift away into the unknown,
Carry my words with you, where ever you may go.
I don't know where I'm going to end up,
But, in my fate, I have to trust.
I know there is no chance of us,
But, I am far too gone to give up on love.
Our future is unwritten, we do not know what's coming,
We don't have precision, all we have and all we will ever have is the unknowing.
YOU ARE READING
storyline
Poetry'storyline' is my ninth poetry collection. Written with no concept or preconception in mind, each and every poem featured in this collection came directly from my heart. It documents everything I have experienced this summer: from love to hate, safe...
