Tyranosaur

By Syphon

Mon, 02 Jul 2012

2 comments

I am a sailor and you are my sea
If I was a peasant you would be the gold in me
I harvest solace when you crave need

I am a fire and you are my ash
If I was a god you would be the devil in me
The pariah to your selfish needs

This desolation
This desecration
Evidence of the final hours spent winning your love

Only to find emptiness again
And a battle lost to an already bitter end

Permalink Submitted by Sooz006 on Mon, 2012-07-02 23:25

A solid reflection of who we become in relation to the people we are with, and a damned fine love poem too.

Permalink Submitted by Syphon on Tue, 2012-07-03 15:20

Thanks Sooz006 really appreciate your comment very nice :)