The brick blockade stands tall,
My love is severed by this wall,
My heart broken into two—
The only remedy is a kiss from you.
Ill met by torturous moonlight,
A lioness guarding the tree in sight,
It bears its teeth, and I flee fast,
If only I had known that day would be our last.
Your corpse so wretched and sad,
(I think I have finally gone mad)
His is the sword I chose to die on
And now we'll never see another dawn.
I had a vision
Of crimson vines
And blackened sleeves,
And pastry palms
Holding strawberries.
If I turned my heart
I am thinner than I thought:
Though my scale says I'm not,
I can see the sour fruit I've caught.
In the spring, the flowers call
Like I could be King of them all,
Burning in the sun before the fall.
not a cola or a root beer;
something in between
like a tortured machine—
it will power down soon.
that tang on your tongue
is from my chewed up wires,
lightning should show through smoke
Comments
i love the story of pryamus and thisbe, this was a really touching poem :)
tysm! :D
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