Posts Tagged ‘romantic’

We sit scathed within this crater,
Still white-hot from that blast,
Amidst smashed plates and torn photos,
You and I my love,
We’ve taken shrapnel damage,
Devastated by this severe detonation,

We jointly set off this dire explosive,
A grenade of a lovers feud,
A shockwave of verbal munitions,
Heat of conflict scalding both our worn hearts,
Sent afly with shards of glass and porcelain,
Leaving us frayed and tearful in blood,

Broken we crawl amongst the rubble,
Embracing as the air cools,
We don’t want this bond to bleed out,
So let’s pick up the debris,
The pieces of us,
And reconstitute our partnership.

Oh my precious rose,
Let us dance this night,
Before this pyre we have built,
A gilded spotlight built upon love and comfort,
Shadow puppets we be this eve,
A personal ballroom lights up for just us,

We may not be thespians,
But we are dance partners,
So let’s trip over each others feet,
Fall into a heap haphazardly,
Lay and talk to the stars,
Declare our passion to the cosmos,

We can waltz when we wish,
We can always get back up,
Our shadowy limbs to grant another shindig,
The light shan’t dim,
This romantic lantern shall be ever luminous,
So we may dance at our own behest.

It has come to this,
This dramatic crescendo of the days violence,
Surrounded by snow and foes aplenty,
A hinterland field of carnage,
Only a sole pair of warriors are here,
Isolated from the regiment,
Husband and wife,

Back to back,
Iron support betwixt now as ever,
One nocking a bow of artemis,
The other brandishing a weary excalibur,
Black blood and sweat already a deluge down their cuirasses,
A legion of enemies already cut down,
This havoc was a lovers last dance,

They were a stalwart couple,
They stood together through betrayals,
Held each other through childbirth,
And a funeral too soon,
These conscript lovers would hold fast,
Even if the end came this day,
It will be as eloping in their spring years.

Do you ever lay awake at night?
Beyond the turn of midnight,
Wondering why you weren’t enough,
Or how you could have performed differently,
Your mind painting new timelines,
Wishes upon tired stars,

The devils hour is thought sinister,
But bad karma only comes to those deserving,
It has become a stage for the crestfallen,
The night breeze is a fitting backtrack,
A subtle chill to the bone,
Numbing the body,

The demons of the hour recognise heartbreak,
For even they are angels to some,
They shall not bring more torment upon you,
They know your heart is the prime malignant harrier,
They spy the anguish on your cheeks,
The inconsolable tears upon your pillow,

This is no nightmare,
No black magic at work tonight,
No witchcraft or demonology,
This is simply a soul breaking down,
Heartbreak in the twilight,
A melancholy man or woman watched over by the moon,

This is real.

Floorward I weep,
I find myself a worn down soul,
A derelict and frigid mansion,
Filled with cobwebs of regrets strewn over furniture of lies,
My furnaces went dark ages ago,
On a break up beyond memory,

But you have come to me,
Soothing warmth that you are,
Installed anew within my walls,
Lips and caresses of soft lining,
Reigniting my aged kiln,
Bringing red passion to my corridors and cheeks anew,

You’ve brought this house to life again,
Returning my boiler to the sweltering fever it once was,
A fire of romance,
You’ve insulated my heart,
Enabling it to thaw my frozen veins,
You make my hovel of a life livable,

You make it worth living in.

The moon is bowing out,
The sky begins to turn blue,
The sun peaks out in anxiousness,
When the lager has fulfilled its vexing purpose,
My cell walls become a blur,
A certain grim loneliness falls over me,
I miss days and people of the past,
Diseases I’d thought vanquished,

A time I was a prisoner,
Without chains physical,
But mental bindings in the thousands,
I was thrall to a foul spell,
An infatuation I called love,
Or what I wrongly believed to be love,
A servitude I still bear scars of,
A malady I even thought to exalt,

It nearly killed me to be sure,
A dagger running its way into my chest,
But at times I miss the misery,
And pine for the pain,
But I ought never go back,
My days as a flagellant are over,
I have transcended the convict I once was,
Never again.

I see you,
I see what you’re doing darling,
What you’re intending,
The voracious hunger behind your pupils,
But not for me,
Nay,
But for what I can provide,

You let the mask slip a pinch,
Your words were unsalted butter,
Melting into my hungry ears,
Sustaining yet unhealthy,
Offering that which you had no intention of giving,
An out-splayed hand snapped away,
Toying with me like a yoyo,

You’d ask me for this,
You’d request that,
You’d see me a husk,
Spent and emaciated,
And yet order a stone from atop Olympus,
A pearl from the Mariana trench,
It’d never be enough,

You used me,
But no more,
I see you now.

We sit here together,
Face to face,
In our proudest visages,
Within this living room senate,
With representatives from previous events,
Our relations incredibly warm up until now,

This alliance of lovers has been jeopardized,
By an international incident of a tryst,
A war in the making,
Raised voices being the declarations of war,
Flying plates and glasses being the weapons,
There is no diplomatic immunity here,

Outside espionage is present of course,
Voices from foreign officials discolour negotiations,
Misled assumptions and false intelligence,
Each point of view comes to the stand,
To be voted down by our alliances knowledge,
No outside bribery of hugs and drinks shall suffice,

Our nations of heart belong together,
Our very own democracy must survive,
The final vote comes to love and trust,
We fought for this with our initial rebellion,
These negotiations shall continue at length,
Until we fall into one anothers arms again.

I shall pick a rose,
Ignoring hesitant thorns,
As a floral symbol of love,
And present it unashamedly,
Even with my ghoulish form,
On my knees,
It is the currency,
I pay to see you smile,
And hear your heart sing,
I could deliver thousands shamelessly,
For you,
But it wouldn’t be nearly enough,
To translate what my heart feels,

For you.

I have become a hollow man,
Cracked porcelain,
Empty inside,
With no signs of smiles,
Since my best friend became obscured,
Through my own foolish artifice,

Without your voice,
My mind has nothing to chew on,
Without your saintly cuddles,
The world is a frightful place,
Without your rainbow hair and honest smile,
My eyes simply cannot light up,

I am an empty vase,
Fractured with its contents leaked,
Only my best friend has the glue,
And the deft touch,
To put me back together,
And fill me up once again.