Love was a vagrant mistress
tethered beyond my grasp
taunting me with just a taste of her greatness
i searched for her tender touch
and was left wanting
so i tore down love's refrain
and searched no more
i built a glass house around my heart
so it could still be seen
could still break
...in case of emergencies
my heart became an empty vessel
encased in a tomb
left to wither away
to rot
untouched
abandoned by the past and present
left to fall silent
beat out
til love was only a murmur
muttered in small dark spaces
and my heart became cold and black and still
and bled out in the name i could no longer recall
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