Monday, May 27, 2013

The King.

A cool spring night and a lover's heart bursting delicately at the seams.
You held my hand and I fell apart.
Still too young to know what it means.
We spoke while we were color blind.
There was only black and grey.
I waited for signs of dawn.
The monster you peg me as is neither here or gone.
The honeysuckle grows wildly along the concrete wall.
I wanted love so desperately I would've sacrificed it all.
I gave my heart to the ruler of this nocturnal realm.
The king of music and delight.
All he asked in return was my kiss concealed by the night.
I turned him down selfishly for my soul thrives lovliest in light.
I am reborn, anew again, but a small part of me I left with him.

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