POETRY

IRONY OF LOVE

She spoke of my existence as if
my birth was a collision of seasons.
Her words sounded like

praise for gods who had come home from battles
yet her eyes told a tale of disappointment,
one she could only see.

She rewrote my past to her comfort,
reminding me of the million mistakes I never thought to think about.
Will my words ever change her mind?

I saw her smile, last night,
in the calmness of the breeze
she found happiness,
Which often leave her in tears.

She spoke of me when I spoke of her,
So I approached, and she close the gap
only then did I realize her role in my play,
She is the smile my eyes had not seen,
a sunshine that forever shimmers,
a moonlight to always shine,
a bright star in my sky that will forever twinkle.

 

 

 

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