A Rejection
First shot by Cupid’s Arrow
Now stabbed by a knife and it is being twisted
An eternal wound with eternal scars
My heart broken into infinite shards
Like a vase that fell from a great height
The dam of my soul cracks
It breaks and oceans of tears welcome me to my bed for many nights
A bed cold and lonely for I have brought no company
I greet darkness like an old friend, but it be ...
An Ode
Kudos to my loves old, but not forgotten
My loves that I still long for like that felt by wolves howling at a full moon
My loves that have left their marks on me like ruins of civilizations of yesteryear
My loves that make me ponder: What if?
What if we had gotten together?
Instead of a satisfied heart like the belly of a well-feed gourmet, I have experienced nothing but the breaking ...
I never was an early riser
But I didn’t always live so often and so deep in Darkness
I always had Yin and Yang
The light of day and the light of happiness to contain the darkness of sorrow that was born out of my traitor
Golden days of gold and greens. Sky blues and cotton clouds.
Golden, warm days to go with my bitter, cold nights. Nights where the traitor comes.
A traitor he is. For he...