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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Romance/Love · #2215278
It's exactly what it's supposed to be.
If one day I find you, love, in the meadows of my heart
And ask from whence you found your way and when you shall depart –
Please answer not that you find the roses too sweet to resist
Nor that the sunset on the seas would be too sorely missed.
Speak not of evening strolls beneath the moonlit trees of spring
Nor of the song of crickets on the winds the summer brings
Linger not in autumn leaves, their scent left with you still
And leave no whispered vow upon your breath in winter’s chill

Indeed, my love…

Bathe yourself in blood and hate, resent what I have done
Bleed my sins upon the beaches ‘neath that setting sun
Rend my flesh and blind my eyes that I may witness not
The years of empty promises lain strewn about to rot
Burn the roses, braid the thorns, lashed tight around my skin
And lay waste to the meadow that I found you strolling in
When “another life” is merely ashes on the wind
Take your leave that I may never hear “almost” again
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