One Word at a Time

I honestly love you, and as such is why sorrow consumes my heart.

Eyes once foretold a wondrous life, left only to be forgotten and alone.

Hand’s strong as iron shattered the sturdiest of bridges, rubble litters our course.

Happily I would have died with you, instead dying by cause of you.

To age and wither in each other’s arms, lost in abandonment with only your ghost.

Buried alive it seems, or to walk the earth a soulless shell.

Same, same whichever way the puzzle fits into the grand scheme of things.

Funny pretenders warm elegance graces lascivious, any more oppressed depravity reeks.

Fitting together like innocence, doomed as ostensibly a virgins gown is placed upon her coffin.

Immortal are those who truly are loved, with whole hearts without question.

In possession of a smile once.

Long, long ago.

Drowning in an untamable sea of loneliness at contentment’s edge, grasping at nothing.

Rays of hope the sun sends at times, erasing blurred edges of insanity.

Serenity wraps a blanket of tenderness, harnessing all of the pieces of a broken heart.

Found only by worthiness, than append if not lost forever.

If only ears would hear, pleas would not go unnoticed deafened by the scornful wind.

One word at a time, until notice from a real love.