A million burns on my soul.
But still it is you, My soul.
My soul for mine is enough.
The million cuts on you
That inflicted pains
The stained eyes,
Which no reflections catch.
It was a blue moon night
My love, you left me thus
Howling with grief.
Know you not me?
My love, left me to the pain.
I gave you up myself,
But you gave me up.
The blue moon smirked.
You went away
Leaving me disfigured.
The blue moon smiled
A crooked smile.
You looked at it not,
You understood it not,
You thought about it not!
What is that…?
The strange crooked figure
Lying motionless
Under the blue moon.
I stopped him,
To look at the creature
Withering in pain.
Alas! It is you my love!
How?
The blue moon smiled
A avenge reeking smile.
You looked at it not,
You understood it not,
You thought about it not!
2 comments:
The second half is well-written. You could polish the first half. No offence meant.
@ AJ
Ummm... I`ll try, these were some of the 1st I tried when I first knew that I could write :)
I`ll definitely try :)
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