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A tear would not become you world It would not speak of what you have lost In passing it was only your greatness And you cannot weep for which you knew not Such merit will not reveal itself In the glass ball reflection of your fanatical smiles But lay in the parched throat of maybe And dissipate on your insatiable tongue I can no longer hold you to the embrace of my heart Though you know it not As still you seek the hungry fist To clench tight and grasp the illusive shadows Of a dream you once had As it falls in molten petals, dry and cold The tears you weep Will not become your world But a spectre only of the hope you had Your eternal reflection in the mirror of infinity Was something you never touched You fell silent, dumb and sightless To the atoms of dust you were made of And that lingering premise of unspoken love The rage and passion your pretence of Lays upon the untilled earth Untended, un-watered of desert seed The sand which has become your blood Has become you unwept And no salutation to your greatness But a whispered hint of the potential you had A day of mourning amidst the stars The epitaph of darkness Speaks of all you had and lost Memorial in the silence |
Aha! sounds like you had a crush, transformed to love, only to be the one destroyed and crushed!! something in all this? | Posted on 2012-05-19 00:00:00 | by Damien Vladimir | [ Reply to This ] | |