You love – you inspire,
You love – you create.
You were caught in the crossfire
Of a war between love and hate.
They can try all they want,
We’re in this together.
Carnage is all they want,
But love is forever.
49 syllables for the victims of the Orlando shooting. Truly, you deserved so much better. You will never be forgotten.
Tell me your love is not cruel.
You needn’t – it does not exist.
Against you, I must constantly duel
But am shrouded by mist.
The mist around your heart,
It lies, it deceives.
You are a work of art,
Which my heart perceives
As love and devotion.
You hold a king’s power,
Your beauty is your throne
Raising you up – tall as a tower.
Tell me, can I ever change the path,
My soul has set for my coming years?
You needn’t – I can always count on your wrath,
To make my heart spill tears.
(Just to clarify, that was a partial rewrite of a previous poem I posted here titled “A King’s Throne Is As Cold As His Heart”)
When I look at you,
I don’t know what to do,
I look at the blue sky,
But don’t know what to decide.
There are so many reasons,
For a change of heart as sudden as a change of seasons,
But your heart is as cold as stone,
All mighty on it’s high high throne.
Whether I will ever change the path,
That my soul has set for my future years,
I know I can always count on your wrath,
To make my heart cry tears.