My darling muse, my Vilia
How can I long for your return,
When your untameable ways,
Render my emotions corybantic, chaotic.
Only for your divine self
To be ripped from my side time and time again?
So listen carefully.
You don't own me.
No longer are my emotions,
Yours to toy with.
Dare I become that, Which I most loath?
I may just, if to be rid of you.
Hearts will be broken, trust shattered and abused.
But all going to plan,
None of it mine.
Author notes
Nothing like a good old, er...'love' poem. Born of trance and cynicism.
What did you think?
Comments
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Revelation
A romantic notion but then cynicism.
Love... somewhere
Happy is much different than heaven.
Loath nothing and you will free yourself.
Great poem!
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