I wish I were him.
There are some things that we cannot be, no matter how hard we try.
Oh look, it's him again.
As he walks by,
those moon-eyed eyes of yours,
trail behind his.
What's it like, spending time with him?
Bright eyes, red lips, pink cheeks, starry smiles?
And Here I sit alone, under a starry sky
awaiting my final call.
When I see him with you
my blood doesn't boil.
It just shrivels into lonely red dust
carried by the winds of time.
That hue you have around him
dims into a bright grim
when I'm around you.
It's as if a beautiful light was snuffed out by Prometheus
except Prometheus is me
and i stole my own light.
Does it matter? Has anything ever mattered?
We are but transient clouds.
We take form, we rain, we disappear.
The same monotonous, pointless existence.
And then you come along.
The dying embers of a fallen fire.
I reach out with the hope that you would too.
And yet here I am,
lamenting about a future,
where you won't be mine.
About the Creator
Dante Arrivederci
Hi.
Hope you're having a good day.
If not, there's always tomorrow.
i also have a blog - https://dantesaysgoodbye.blogspot.com/
Comments (1)
Beautiful!!