Wake up in breathless mourning glory
Cheat and blame the skies
Turn your back on the stunning light before you
Drift off and die.
The devil shows you a tease
So you go on and pry
Pretending it won’t hurt more to stain more
So you build up the gallows of your head with lies
Take the gray off the ashes
And let them burn again-
This is your foul way of love
Will anyone get it right?
Kings and cowards are both men
Not all men are kings
But all men are cowards to
Drastic emotional change
And muses veil corrections assaultingly
With the knives that glare off stabbing eyes
Blindedly perceiving pain
Upon the splattered truth from instinct acted on
And so sweet lovers err…
And so sweet lovers die…
On what expense does a man bare his soul
to a woman he does not intend to keep?
And on what expense does a man keep
a woman he does not intend to bare his soul with?
What does a man tell himself when he realizes on what expense?
And what does a man do to not realize on what expense?
On what expense does a man love
And on what expense does he not?
Also published in xyldrae.deviantart.com. Feel free to change the perspective to male to female.
I have aged and have become –
A mother without a child,
A wife unwed, without
a husband, but a groom I wish would be
And I am ready but
Not for this anomaly
Created by the scarcity
And unreadiness of another…
But I want us to engage matrimonially
Not because of my age, ascending…
Or my time, descending,
And patience wearing…
But because of these motions that render my blood red
And my heart doused by ferverous amity
I simply feel I must be one with you…
And live free.
This is also published in xyldrae.deviantart.com