An Ongoing Mistake
There is a low rumble inside my ears,
That no other human has heard.
The taunting alibie that follows my steps,
Is merely a mask that covers the icy depths.
The slow swaying of branches surround my thoughts;
They have bore witness to my selfish soughts.
The deception of Autumn; the silence of Winter,
And now this Spring sticks like a splinter.
That beauty I have betrayed will live with me, on,
As I battle this irony, which my breath has become.
This is merely a subtle ending to a screaming pain,
For I know my words of affection are all in vain.
Would I ever repeat this beautifully wretched mistake,
Or will my senses bring forth my eye's wake?
Did I ever do any wrong in pursuing this dream;
I say this now: Love isn't all that it seems.
Fin |
Submission Name: An Ongoing Mistake
