Loving,
I smiled.
Smiling,
I laughed.
Laughing,
I wondered.
Wondering,
I feared.
Fearing,
I cried.
Crying,
I knew.
Knowing,
I fought.
Fighting,
I lost.
Losing,
I broke.
Breaking,
He found.
Finding,
He healed.
Healing,
I dared.
Daring,
I loved.
I sit here as you sleep
contemplating the day,
hoping you will dream of me again,
so I write this sonnet to us,
To the love we shared.
To the trust I crushed.
These are my thoughts.
This is to you my love,
an ode to the past
to what we had
and what I crushed
what I broke so fast.
This is to you my love
the one i searched for,
then drove away.
This is to you my love
and the pain i caused,
for crushing your
wonderful heart
in utter ignorance.
This is to you my love
the one I truly loved,
This is to the promise
I broke and cannot mend,
to the tears I caused,
to the trust I murdered.
This is to you my love,
until the da
Pluck the harp string; hear the tale
whisper'd from frozen lips.
A story of seduction and betray'l,
sealed with a venemous kiss.
So vile the immortal soul,
drenched in crimson sin.
A single hair to pay the toll;
the requiem begins.
And Lucifer's mistress, in her lair,
will trick and trap and lie.
The mermaid's shell strung in her hair;
another left to die.
She strikes you with her whip of smoke,
'til you can barely stand.
With one hand round your neck, you choke,
your heart in her other hand.
Until the fates decide to end
the wicked life she led;
ceasing her exile and torment,
leaving her for dead.
And the one you came to