Given birth to a wondrous thing
and fed all my love to thee.
The love grew into something majestic;
something more glorious that magic
All fades with time, dull it becomes.
Time rests not; time waits for none –
yet, time illuminated the love she gave.
Time fades all, but her love never ceased to fade;
even as eyes turned hollow
and waters seemed shallow,
even as hearts turned to ice
and her love never seemed to suffice.
All ages, all withers –
yet her love is ageless, it lives on forever.
All withers, all disappears –
but she stood where she had stood through all the years.
When he had grown and had devoured all of her love
he turned away; she stared at his shadow as he stalked off
into the sunset – not by her side.
Shattered and broken seemed her eyes,
still, stood where she had stood many moons passed.
She knew he would always circle back at last,
seeking her love (seeking to devour it).
She knew she should've walked away, but she was just too devoted.
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A Series Of Events
PoetryI've found that I am most comfortable in discomfort and chaos, as opposed to serenity and happiness; probably because this broken part of me is all I've ever known. love, turmoil, desperation, infatuation, betrayal, death. these poems will contain...
