Was this love?
Was this might?
Or imitation of mankind?
Alienated from the world
On the lord of grass
Up in bushes
Be holding glass
Of the 'softened' shards
"Bleed through the coat
If that be pure. Tell me
Will you resist more?"
What is there
To resist
When bitten on a hill
For what to this leads?
On the love, the miner
Cannot dance with nothingness.
The drill is gone,
The duty is done
Of future that be cannot.
Grinding blisters
From more than grass
Are on the hill
Of stuck glass.
Was this love
From ever start?
A soldier,
A new found soldier
Discovers the extra weight.
It's not to be beaten,
But realised to only grate
To the anti climax of the core.
The miner has seen
Bitten on the hill,
A passive, selfless queen.
Had she realised
The stick struck
Only ground,
The miner wouldn't mourn
His future, past, painted love
Splattered on the ground.
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Love Poems
PoetryI already have a book of general poems on here, so I decided it'd be nice to make a separate one for love poems.
