By Damien Knight
Like vapour on the wind
You run through my fingers.
What I did I can’t defend.
Will my guilt forever linger?
I write line after line
Of love lorn sorrow eternal.
Sora, the sky isn’t mine!
This battle of fire is internal.
Grasping at the dirt of earth
I am in desperate plea.
Something, perhaps loves rebirth
I need you to break me free!
The walls around my paper heart
Might seem insurmountable.
Beloved, when we’re apart
I feel insecure, border unstable.
Is it weakness to confess this pain?
Would you no longer call me king?
Without your love I feel insane
Your withdrawl from dreams has such sting
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