The Blight of Anguish

 
I wish I could put these words together for you

I wish you could listen to what I have to say

 

I’d want you to feel these thoughts

lie awake in your bed

and touch the love I’ve spoken for you

 

Maybe it wasn’t the right time for us

we had too many miles placed in between

 

We had too much of everything

too many conversations

too much longing

 

Our fate was sealed beneath the stars

biding its time to snip that idle red string

 

Perhaps it was our consequence

for going against the bonds of futility

our mischief took you away from me

 

I grow cold

I am so cold darling

 

I breathe icicles into my lungs

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