ashaman
Bluelighter
This is a shakespearian style poem i wrote about the death of a relationship. Hope you like it.
Come, let us drink in memory,
With the drink that burns in flame.
For it was the beginning of our harmony,
And it mattered not that it ended in hurt and blame.
For just as the beautiful rose grows and dies
Its intricate petals blossoms and wilt,
Our love blossoms but ends in lies,
Leaving nothing but pain and guilt.
Time's cruel hands runs the same fate,
To the pretty and the ugly flowers alike
And to defy fate is condemn yourself to hate,
To endless torment and endless fight.
But in my memory, you will still be the same
The same beautiful you- without the games.
Come, let us drink in memory,
With the drink that burns in flame.
For it was the beginning of our harmony,
And it mattered not that it ended in hurt and blame.
For just as the beautiful rose grows and dies
Its intricate petals blossoms and wilt,
Our love blossoms but ends in lies,
Leaving nothing but pain and guilt.
Time's cruel hands runs the same fate,
To the pretty and the ugly flowers alike
And to defy fate is condemn yourself to hate,
To endless torment and endless fight.
But in my memory, you will still be the same
The same beautiful you- without the games.

