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Part Four: ReflectionA libertine, a loving fiend. I was fooled. By you - I was fooled and pooled together as only to be drowned In my own naivety. To be hung and drawn. And to be quarteredPart Four: Reflection
Like you slaughter hours. To be shamed by my lame infatuation.
Mercy! Mercy on me and my soul and my heart. Mercy! Show it To me as I would show it you. Let not you tangle with my heart Like you tangle with Time, like a magician, like a cruel teacher ticking Away minutes while I struggle with a test that is foreign.
My heart cries out, like it learnt from the child in your heart, though It does not sing for ho
by ~Silent-Martyr
Part Three: RejectionDo as you undo me, like a letter, and strew my contents Across the floor. You unfolded my heart before mePart Three: Rejection
Leaving it crumpled in disgust when there you saw more Than mere desire. Beheld you my love. Unrequited.
And hasty released yourself from me unto the darkness of
Your lonely garden, your canopy of singularity. Thus trapping me in a cage of rejection with bars of grief
That block me spherical, round in a circle… Like a Clock
Should you again, like the boy who cried wolf, cry to me That you want love and all its glory. I shall with all strength &nb
by ~Silent-Martyr
Part Two: AdorationThine iris does change from its placid steady brown To glow a passionate green when thine eyes fill With tears of anguish. Tears that wash upon my heart And sombrely drown my soul in pity.Part Two: Adoration
To see such an angel feel such torture.
Your face is like a poem of the great romantics, As if written by Wordsworth, with flourishes of Byron. Constructed with such care… such dedication As though your visage were a tender gift to a lover.
Your face is a kind favour from nature.
Should I have the capacity to encapsulate your beauty And read it back to you i
by ~Silent-Martyr
Part One: FascinationAs I regard you. Absolutely. In all your splendour. You hold yourself with the conviction of a timepiece –Part One: Fascination
Reliable, undeniable in your style and conviction, Your magnificence, your candour.
But a clock you are, with your careful timing. Your numerals. And your hands. They have rusted firm over time From the tears you have spilled upon them, the minutes you’ve lost While counting away the days and the hours.
You shall not embrace the hand of a lover. You will not Let bloom the bud of love that grows within your Temperate heart. You push your feelings to the b
by ~Silent-Martyr
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