Never before
Have I been so torn,
Between loving caress,
And questionable scorn.
In between being the north star,
Of a new mooned endless night,
And being the morning star,
Of a lost, eclipsed light.
I can't stop the eclipse.
I can't stop a new moon.
And for no one can I halt
or change my being so soon.
I'm in the twilight hour now,
Neither morning or night.
Right now, I am broken,
And leaving either makes fright
. . . But taking neither means death . . .
For in this broken being now,
The two hold my last dying breath.
I don't know which way to go
or when I get there, If I'll get far.
But for either of the glorious two,
I can be their shining Mourning Star.
Author notes
umms wow . . .
what to say, what to say . . .
One of the two people that this is writen two will catch the meaning of this fairly fast (I hope . . .)
For everyone else . . . take it as you will.
This is dedicated to those in love and confusion. To those who can't seperate for who they love, and with whom they are In Love . . .
Most especially . . .
This is dedicated to those who have ever loved anyone, and any amount of people to care for their well being more than they do themselves.
what do you think?
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Even I can tell who this is about, bucko. Obvious (:
But anywho, hope that all is worked out soon for ya. -
um.....your "story" did take an interesting turn, eh? GREAT METAPHORS.
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heh
It's wierd how things work out that way huh? Until I get a chance to talk to you, let's just say that I had an extremely interesting Semi-formal . . .
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wow. great poem. you definitely get your feelings across and i can how tough the decision is going to eb for you. i think it might be your best yet.
great work.
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