Mon vide, you are a sailor, sea-swallowed and sea-spat. Your days on ship are spent with memories of your feet in the sand, and the nights on land forget to cradle you like the sea.
Under its blaze, when the sun is as of use as its sunlight, with desparation, you want it to guide you somewhere beyond. Poor sun, when it beckons you deeper, further, all you want is for it to shine on your beloved.
There is only disdain for you here. Under the sun, you will never be satisfied.
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Indeed I am
Lady in waiting
For a highness I met
Once in some dream
Had a conversation in whispers
Amused my Liege
Now I am left on seen
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How much can I write about a pain that refuses to lessen? Sometimes I think it will be easier to drink the ocean than to sink and sink further.
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I weep in rememberance of the ache that once existed. Not before. I wait for it to die, then I cry for the sapling that grows on its burial floor. This doesn't save me from pain, it just spares no mercy. So I lament for what is and once was.
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My love was a dream
So fulfilling that after it
All reality could give
Fell short
And nothing in this empty world
Could ever hold
The serendipity
Of my humble dissociation
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It just so happens that I am filled with such unclaimed misery, I am convinced I smell of asphodel. There the pain, cumulative of all lives lived, is mine. Though not in flesh, it blooms for me, fresh.
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You are on your own
Sail wherever you like
These waves are your to tame
This spirit has always been your own to break
And when it comes, the end
Inhale this scent, this sea
Sing your swan song in ecstasy
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There isn't much of me that can love. But it is all that is left, and I promise to love you with my remnants.
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Almost and always
She tempts me
To be as cold as her
Winter, in all her beauty
Haunts me too
As she slowly dies with the dew
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