Your laughter veils the shadow in its glow
A storm concealed, yet pulsing in the deep
I chase the warmth, that colder winds forgo
And wake to the fires where frost has learned to sleep
Our steps converge, but our eyes can not see
The ending we know yet refuse to name
Desire insists on what can never be
And reason yields when passion speaks its claim
Fate weeps knowing that our cursed love must end
But what is love to us but something lost
For our love is pain, joy, and fleeting grace
A light that burns in an unchosen place
About the Creator
Thadeus
Have you ever tried to tell someone how you feel, or tried to articulate a deep thought but couldn’t quite find the words?
Same. That is why I write.
Writer and Poet. Trying to unpack and decipher my brain and heart, one word at a time.
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