I spent all this time Barely acknowledging my beloved… Why then does the distance Bother me so much. Why am I now realising? Why can’t I say my full heart? Why do I hold back? I can’t take back years lost I can’t rid myself the guilt.
Lady of Shadow’s, Queen of dreams, You invade my thoughts, I keep looking for you. I keep wanting to hold you to me. I let you go believing This was the right thing. That I am your misery.
Allowed venomous thoughts to plague me. I said before Lady of Shadows, Directly, I know I have appologized profusely. I wish to be with you everyday for the this life, eternity. I will love you even into the next life.
I am such who dedicates his soul to love I’m willing to commit… That discussion lady of dreams Is for you and I alone At another time another place For now my heart is yours to own
Cry for life, for release
To mourn lost hope
Cry to save the soul
From buried pains
Cry to escape
The wretched wastes of mind
Cry to renew and find
Yourself in brighter days
Cry to remember or cry to forget
To erase or to dwell
Cry for all these of for nothing
Other than to cry
Crying can feel horrid
In it’s delightful release
So, cry, just cry
I have lost my sense of poetry, My muse dashed the hopes I’d held. I have healed some of the hurt I allowed myself to be so exposed. I let them rush in fast at me. Talking every minute, every day With someone for as long as I had. I lost some of myself with them. I took on a role too, I was king Mr. In charge and she said yes sir That’s how it went, heaven forbid I fail to be in charge or fallible. Each mistake I lost their respect Ultimately lost them, though granted With all women I have dated It was I who ended it.
Being without her was hard. It was being without the tides but it made me think on things On the uselessness of romanticism. Aniya no doubt feels my wall. The hesitancy I have in every step. I love myself, that could be enough but her love meant everything. I have lost my muse. No flowery poems of devotion Flowing from my pen. Words to be thrown away so easily? How I envy simplicity Almost wish I wasn’t an author, A poet now. Does she even care that I can’t
It’s cold and cruel the world of men. in it we feel so lost We sleep and dream of better things We escape the harsh reality To hear the sirens song In dreams we learn Solve the greatest riddles In dreams we fly afar To wake again at morning light With our war torn hearts The world is dying inside us And outside has lost its magic We see the news filled with despair And weep, it’s oh so tragic But worse still our depression Our burning need to die away Is inside our very brain Eating like a parasite Let go the pain and fall asleep Dream of elf queens and dragon kings Where fire dances and flowers sing Rest and you may be anything For you are made of magic You can be a god yourself An elf, a cat, a dragon You can dream up anything I believe in you my child I’ll be there waiting By the waterfall you shall see My love for you is vast Go I’ll be there soon no more tragedy To the land of dreams
The lady of shadows haunts me
And my heart feels lost at sea
Alone I am an empty king
But you stand here reminding me
Of promises I made to write
To pour my soul on page
So tired I spend all my time
Studying ever so late
And when the days fade to night
If I sleep will I again wake
I tire of the glaring lights
Aniya left me to my fate
And I hold everything said
Between us always in memory
Lest I be once more dead
And heart set free
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Rest, rest your weary head. The day is long and never ends. Mornings filled with dread, But if you sleep then dream, Of places old and magic. Go, dear one, to the place of dragons. The waking world is cold and cruel, people in it lie. Sleep and dream of fantastic things Where pterasaurs still fly. There you’re free of worldly care To play in fields of flowers. Yes there you can wile away the hours Sleep and dream of happy things, forget for now the misery, for there Lady Aldra sings, That you are filled with magic!
Beneath the waterfall I held your hand Long ago far away In that distant land I traveled all the world Searching far and wide Raging rivers rapid streams You’re trapped the other side My love how can I write Dreamless I have lost you No finding love in sight It was to good to be true
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