She looks up at the thoughts of the sky,
her mind consumed in the other world.
She stains constellations on my earthy sigh,
with her words, heaving a fury unfurled.
And I stand there, throat bleeding;
for loving her, I cannot deny.
And I stand there, tears screaming;
because the love of my life is now only a lie.
And I hate how she feels for my love,
thinking that it should belong to the skies above.
For now I have come reside so low,
because she takes me again to be her foe.
And now I am slowly suffocating,
by her moods, as she is of a beast.
And now I am slowly celebrating,
while she dines on my flesh, her wary feast.
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Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
