Cartoon by Jairus Kristan Samudio
Published by: Clarence PascoDate Published: May 06, 2024
Time Published: 7: 59 AM
Category: Poetry
Subject: A Love that Ventured Away
Tip of grasses poke our feet—my hand was yours
'Twas my greed—shant be free
The solace of our nights and how it beamed in my life
Though what danced us throughout in light
Were their murmur held with knives—
Send the dove of our thoughts, and above was our soul
And in front did you stand, still it's you I demand—
As serene as we looked, such as blooming with a leaf,
Eventually, it grew torn for us to bleed—
'Twas my greed—then you flee
And hath thine emotions grabble in the fate—the love—
In dreams of a picture whereat, we move, we sob
Then, live as our eyes load in the flow of the lakes,
Meddling in such affairs that makes my existence ache.
We slash as we promise, such as grieving as we hold,
Marrying thy conscience, yet I'm a suffocated betrothed,
Tip of grasses poke my feet—
'Twas your greed—then I flee
Then we weep, O, I know when you let me be,
O, I hold in our memory.
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