We traveled with friends to the sea
And talked until the moon was high
The next day I gave her a shell
When we had to say goodbye
We had a picnic by the pond
Where I said it would be swell
To be a carefree, pretty swan
(But only if she was as well)
I bought her a small metal ankh
From the large museum store
I hoped that she would understand
But then I found it in a drawer
On our first anniversary
She bought me an advanced robot
While I gave her a red bracelet
With a Celtic triune knot
I tossed her an apple when
She was hungry in the park
Still she was quite silent as
The sky above grew slowly dark
She broke up with me that night
And cruelly tore my heart apart
She claimed all the love I had
Was reserved for ancient art
So I sit underneath the stars
Wishing I had made her see
That though I could not say the words
She was Eurydice for me
If you understood this poem, or even just parts of it, please let me know in the comments below:) I'm interested to see which traditions are familiar to you guys
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
