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Architect of Despair
Woe is me, my mood is sour,
My heart is heavy, and my mind a mess.
I've done it again, an act so dour,
My eagerness, naught but a source of distress.
Love is beautiful, but it's bite quite dire.
When, upon refusal, a hollowness to condone.
Intentions wonderful, but their recipient like stone.
My feelings like ash, swept from a dead fire.
Every time, like a badly-closed wound,
I bleed profusely, beyond compare.
What else should I expect, my fate is bound,
I am my own Architect of Despair.
Woe is me, my mood is sour,
My heart is heavy, and my mind a mess.
I've done it again, an act so dour,
My eagerness, naught but a source of distress.
Love is beautiful, but it's bite quite dire.
When, upon refusal, a hollowness to condone.
Intentions wonderful, but their recipient like stone.
My feelings like ash, swept from a dead fire.
Every time, like a badly-closed wound,
I bleed profusely, beyond compare.
What else should I expect, my fate is bound,
I am my own Architect of Despair.
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If it comes as a surprise, then SURPRISE! As of late, I have been feeling a bit melancholy. Getting home from work today, I had the sudden urge to write something poetic. Strangely, this mostly came out without any outside influence. I DID have to look up a few synonyms, however.
As for what it is about, I am sure it'll be fairly obvious if you read it. It's not a TSS-length kind of thing, so enjoy!
As for what it is about, I am sure it'll be fairly obvious if you read it. It's not a TSS-length kind of thing, so enjoy!
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Wow, this is sad yet shows what can and will or might become of those that share it. Bravo!