Poetry Blogs (vow)
Since I cannot that lover prove
shall I conspire to villainy?
For in the shadow’s of blinded mirrors
where words I speak are hid,
not one exists who stands un-withered
of whom I could myself not rid.
For all their weak eyed sentiment,
crouching backbones bent
not one could match the wrath of me,
or reveal to her what lovers see.
Sunday 14th February 2016 12:04 pm
If you see a distant star
in the evening sky
and you shiver from the chill night air,
yet you feel a warmth
in the depth of your heart,
then you know that I am still there.
When your tears have dried,
the bed has grown cold
and you're feeling lost and adrift,
when the days feel empty
and the nights far too long,
just remember, I gave you a gift.
Monday 13th July 2015 12:52 pm