voyageur,
you are lovely.
~
she is my s u n b u r n ;
Although I
struggle to
have a different
view, I
still see
her as you
in a bluer hue.
There is this
invisible
line that I
tug from
time to time,
for I still
seek what
is mine.
In your eyes
are ice-cold
skies, that
miserably tries
to be
wise and
carry me
up to my
highs.
But things aren't
clear-cut, and
in sighs
of abrupt,
I have run
out of luck;
In between
love and lust
was an ancient
key of trust
that eventually
had gone
to rust.
For my heart
you've earned
and counterfeitly
yearned,
with a
knife to
turn, I've
finally learned
that yours
was stern
You have
borne a
scar deep
within the
sworn
spinose thorns
like a
sultry burn.
