December 17, 2013
Small World
AN: This poem is once more about my depressing characters of my trilogy, who enjoy abandoning each other repeatedly and also getting accidentally murdered by their best friends' sisters after promising never to leave again (whoops). The sun always sets, and so must each life, right? Even if the ones left behind are left starving for light.
Your eyes reek of blue sunset
Their dark ash faded to black
You promised the sun always rises--
And yet, your eyes never came back
Your hands gentle and lukewarm
Their heat could strike up a fire
You promised you'd come from the ashes--
And yet, warm hands did you retire
Your heart was doused in poison
Its beautiful misery drowned
You promised its beating eternity--
And yet, your heart could not be found
I guess it's a small world after all
I guess you're a liar after all
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I want to read your books!!! But I'm curious. What is the poison he was doused with? In the third stanza, the first two lines seem to shift out of the piece's angry, desolate feeling and rather take on a tone of 'you couldn't help this, someone/something else poisoned your beauty'. I may also be misinterpreting you simply saying how lethal he is to the speaker's emotions, and how the speaker loved him for his heart, but the rest of him bled through with poison and overpowered his heart? Help me out.
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