With blood racing to my head
And my heart pounding through my chest
Galvanized by all the elusive feeling's
That I must confess,
My words, once sparks in starry skies,
Now flicker, choked by teary sighs.
Sunny days and summer's glow
Mock the chill where feelings flow.
I dreamt of poems spun in spring,
Yet winter's frost makes my heart sing
Of sorrows woven like moon's pale veil,
Of serpents slithering, leaving trails.
Numbness drapes, a chilling shroud,
I crave the snow's untroubled fall,
A torrent trapped, a soul to free,
Naked beneath the willow tree.
This demon's heart, a cruel deceiver,
Destroyed the peace, a love-sick weaver.
I tried, I failed, the fault is mine,
The final chord, a love's decline.
So far I sail, beyond your reach,
No further pain, no words to preach.
This verse, a plea for pardon's grace,
May tears confess and find their place.
Though miles may stretch, and love may fade,
This broken heart will never trade
The memory of your gentle light,
will forever shimmer in my night sky..
May these words, etched in mournful ink,
A final, broken promise, link
To your forgiveness, like a prayer,
My only solace, my despair..
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