Like the cold, frost covered grass in the midst of a December storm, every fiber of my being feels numb.
As the winter wind turns my face the color of scorching flames.
It's too late to be forged from my pain.
Becuase it's already taken over.
I fall as my lips turn blue.
And I laugh as I look up at the sky.
Who knew suffering could be so beautiful.
My mind is like a neverending sunrise.
I stay on the edge of everything but I've been stripped so bare I fall down so fast it feels like nothing.
And I tell myself someday the star will fall.
But thats the beauty of being broken.
We're all stars that got consumed by the suns brightness.
And we all fall first.
When I say I'll always love you, can you ever mean the same?
I watched as our love faded as easy as the seasons change.
I loved your grace, and that much will fade. Theres a certain pain that you feel when you're in love.
It makes you feel free yet in chains.
And letting go is like jumping into a barroling sea.
You brace for the cold, as freedom lies below.
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A Medieval Romance
PoetryWhat is the science of love? What is the power and threshold of human connection? Exploration into the depths of what we don't understand has long been the way of human nature. Within this book I try to capture the essence of feeling through poetr...
