Revolte
02-12-2012, 05:07 AM
If not for my first few greats
in art, love and work
I'd have little faith
in climbing these cliffs
from which I cowardly dove
and I'd build rockets from tears
that burn from the ashes
of a heart I once claimed
as warrior like and strong
but ripped as paper doves.
So they may take me far
away from here and earth
to distant rocks as blue
and vibrant as ours
(or as it is in lore)
so I may start anew
and fill the crimson gape
where my heart dangles,
drowned in pitiful envy
of those I hate for not loving me.
in art, love and work
I'd have little faith
in climbing these cliffs
from which I cowardly dove
and I'd build rockets from tears
that burn from the ashes
of a heart I once claimed
as warrior like and strong
but ripped as paper doves.
So they may take me far
away from here and earth
to distant rocks as blue
and vibrant as ours
(or as it is in lore)
so I may start anew
and fill the crimson gape
where my heart dangles,
drowned in pitiful envy
of those I hate for not loving me.