Placed and settled up most high, was a love that whirls through the sky,
A love that rises up most high, swearing one could nearly fly.
Set so perfect or it seemed, a life most pleasant it nearly gleamed,
Like a jewel it gleamed so bright, like a jewel it set so right.
Fairytale like as it were, created memories now seem to blur.
Holding on for not to stir, the darkness within leeks and lures.
Fool or liar truth be told, wouldn’t know it if bribed with gold.
Pretender all but took my heart, pretender all then ripped apart.
Oh but who should’ve known better than I, that love tends to slowly die.
Never to notice as I die, wrapped in pain the world goes by.
Giving my all swear never more, to close forever the revolving door,
Never again seek out the thrill, lying lightly seared on the reality grill.
I have yet to perfect the art of rhyming. This poem feels incomplete. However, as instructed I will edit at a later date. Hope you are enjoying National Poetry Writing Month as much as I am!
Shell
Shell de Toni 