She Was All Too Familiar

05 Feb


She was all too familiar,
for I was her life story;
every breath of her soft sighs
was written solely for mine,
the distant stars in her eyes,
within my gaze, she saw shine,
she was all too glamorous,
and I remain her glory.

Tho’, ’tis not in vanity,
of which, I now have eschew;
her life had been tendered wane,
’til I held it in my hands,
her rose had before such stain,
as no one else understands,
and so, ’twas not in folly
that I came to her rescue.

Yet, ’twas by her soul divine,
I bore her wan breath inside;
having no tool of romance,
her grace became my device,
and leaving nothing to chance,
her wanton ways were precise,
now, ’twas by her heart which fell
that my breath of her has died.

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Posted by on February 5, 2016 in My Poetry



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