Maybe my regret is a thorn in a rose
Or maybe second chance is the hand that he shows
Down here in his chambers, are the darkest meadows
And where we both are heading, only he knows
I will spiral downward, until he breaks my resolve
The further from ascension, the more that we evolve
When pressured for a reason, the question goes unsolved
Leave guessing in the season, where doubt cannot unthaw
Though careful we are treading, through the meddling, of never giving up
And heavy was the worry where our picture could not develop
And leaning on our shoulder was the ear of the devil
And facing in the mirror was an angel who fell from heaven
With eyes that burn for him with loyalty
Though she’ll never know it, his heart is her property
Both married to the darkness as if it’s the only deity
Yet somewhere in the fall, she had found her divinity
© Delia Ross. 2019
I love your introspective writing! Please keep it up!! Thank you for sharing!
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Thank you so much for reading and for your input, it’s appreciated!
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Found this write-up engaged, added to mister wong
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Beautiful read, you did said at one point “never give up”, yet at the same time it was a bitter sweet dark poem
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Thank you so much Charly for stopping by and reading! I’m going through lots of trials and tribulations currently, glad you enjoyed it!
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You´ll be good
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