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31 Oct 2024

"Rathe-ripe Lemons"                 by Azhuril Orsic

I am alone, utterly unequivocally
                   She doth not believe my words
Within mine heart, the hearth
                   Hath all but died, yet burns
I know not wherefore she doth this,
                   I knew not how deep she hurts
I know now, and nothing is worse
                   I sure wish I were able to assert
No where ever shall I love again
                   If e'en I did, would just be pretend
What would be the purpose?
                   It's worthless, lest her in the end
I hate myself for loving her,
                   Even worse so for trusting her
She sold her soul for a room,
                   I sure hope she's happy, sure
I would rather die
                   Then watch her be a caged bird
She will not understand me,
                   Because she never learns
Marriage? Out of the question
                   She's a liar who cannot affirm
I want to trust her worthy
                   And wish that she were
But unfortunately,
                   I cannot, in truth, trust her words
Broken promise after promise,
                   Wherefore hath this occured?
I no longer want this,
                   I just want to be hers
Doth not she see this?
                   Can her mind not be turned?
The man who she lives with
                   Is more than raising concerns
If I had one miracle,
                   A simple wish to reverse
All of the things
                   Of which between us didn't work
If I am to live without her,
                   I would rather die about her
Emerald, my love, we fit,
                   I see my love, we never learned
Wish I had seen that
                   Ere, thou wert ever concerned

Ambiguity veileth every glimpse,

                   As I wait for the day she returns

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