Soooo this is a poem I wrote about me and a girl a long time ago. It's in classical ode style and was one of my favourites of the time. Enjoy, lemme know what u think!
What's to be done about the dull pain in your chest?
How do you stop the bleeding of a wound that doesn't even show beneath thy vest?
It's thy heart of which I speak.
The thing that is missing and thou now seek.
It left behind a gaping hole.
And the echoes of thy lovers call.
When they were taken from your life.
In thy chest the devil did twist his knife.
With them, thy heart went fleeting.
And you were left, a husk of sorrow, bleeding.
But every wound must heal.
And so shall yours come to seal.
Whether it be through the discovery of new lover for some.
Or the return to thy true love, for me this will come.
What's to be done about the dull pain in your chest?
How do you stop the bleeding of a wound that doesn't even show beneath thy vest?
It's thy heart of which I speak.
The thing that is missing and thou now seek.
It left behind a gaping hole.
And the echoes of thy lovers call.
When they were taken from your life.
In thy chest the devil did twist his knife.
With them, thy heart went fleeting.
And you were left, a husk of sorrow, bleeding.
But every wound must heal.
And so shall yours come to seal.
Whether it be through the discovery of new lover for some.
Or the return to thy true love, for me this will come.
