Is it wrong for me to envy the roses that miss your touch as much as I do ?
Is it wrong for me to cry when the night sky hovers over your smiles instead of the rays of sun in my eyes ?
I entered your world as an infant
Now I'm a butterfly that envies the friendly insects of your garden
In pain I revert to the egg stage from which I came A horrifying state of consciousness
You seem not to understand
I used to know you so well - paramore
This love - of paramount importance to me
Paddling through my insecurities that
Sway my canoe of composure
In and over the undulating waves of excruciating pain
Do you know how my world quakes at the sound of another "her"
I've dipped you in the honey of purpose and the fairytale love that is only spoken of but never had
I've embalmed our connection with faithful sucrose made you the only host of my heart's show
"Happiness with you " every second of every day aired 24/7 on every channel of my pore
Fossilised your name , your voice
In my core
So that even in your absence those that wish to compete would know that this land is owned
This is simply my heart exposed
And I can't help but crumble
When the innocent elements of nature seem to threaten
L'amour est voilent dans le coeur! This poem reminds me of a french song that says those word: Love is violent in the heart!
ReplyDeleteJealous, a natural follower too it seems :) <3