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Repeal the doom of death
To mourn aloud and look pale
In wintry with warm tears I melt
Thou lamented in vain
Nothing so kind, but something so desolate
Woulds't thou have me forsaken?
Counting every shining sun
Seemingly so fast days hath passed
This nearby death I beseech
Please refuse to take me yet
Adoring that man denies my tongue to tell
If it be dark, how dost thou realize it's he?
So pale didst the light moon on him
Trembled by surmise
To those eyes once secretly behold
Devouring time didst descend
Hath he already searched my misery?
Pleasant smile of this timeless tragedy
Might not gain so immense
A bliss as half thy love
Tears are not lightly shed
Why dost not speak to me?
For once I've heard the lovely melody
Which thy sweet tongue hath made
If hope seeks to lend
Why canst thy tongue speak?
Will it ever speak to me?
Should I wait? Shall I say this so?
Perhaps not...
A false hope it is, indeed.
My despair hath concealed
Whilst I knew thy heart
The soul of a beast
As I falleth myself from thy rosy lips
My verses were dead
Still hoping it wouldn't be barren
My tortured hope, now it hast awakened
- Hades
To mourn aloud and look pale
In wintry with warm tears I melt
Thou lamented in vain
Nothing so kind, but something so desolate
Woulds't thou have me forsaken?
Counting every shining sun
Seemingly so fast days hath passed
This nearby death I beseech
Please refuse to take me yet
Adoring that man denies my tongue to tell
If it be dark, how dost thou realize it's he?
So pale didst the light moon on him
Trembled by surmise
To those eyes once secretly behold
Devouring time didst descend
Hath he already searched my misery?
Pleasant smile of this timeless tragedy
Might not gain so immense
A bliss as half thy love
Tears are not lightly shed
Why dost not speak to me?
For once I've heard the lovely melody
Which thy sweet tongue hath made
If hope seeks to lend
Why canst thy tongue speak?
Will it ever speak to me?
Should I wait? Shall I say this so?
Perhaps not...
A false hope it is, indeed.
My despair hath concealed
Whilst I knew thy heart
The soul of a beast
As I falleth myself from thy rosy lips
My verses were dead
Still hoping it wouldn't be barren
My tortured hope, now it hast awakened
- Hades
this is about an attraction or affection felt for a friend for
a long time and becoming hopeless. because your death is near and therefore time is short. its about waiting for someone to say it to you...to confess his feelings. when its also hard for you to say because of the good friendship that you have and might be destroyed if you tell the person how u really feel.. when you know that you're both waiting for each other. its about the bliss felt when love is returned to you.. the hope that you feel when its around you and the sorrow felt when your love is rejected. this is about me..
this has been featured by: *the-photographicpoet
entry for: #Live-Love-Write writing prompt
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a long time and becoming hopeless. because your death is near and therefore time is short. its about waiting for someone to say it to you...to confess his feelings. when its also hard for you to say because of the good friendship that you have and might be destroyed if you tell the person how u really feel.. when you know that you're both waiting for each other. its about the bliss felt when love is returned to you.. the hope that you feel when its around you and the sorrow felt when your love is rejected. this is about me..
this has been featured by: *the-photographicpoet
entry for: #Live-Love-Write writing prompt
hope you would like it..
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