Lost Love Lust

Author: Diana

• sink.

  A trinket sinks to the bottom of the sea, much like my heart and me.
  A tear in my tea, right through you I see.
  You broke me with agility, my kindness mere utility.
  Indifference for fragility, pain was your ability.
  Yet in tranquility, I rise to possibility.
  A trinket sinks to the bottom of the sea, much like you [...]

• luna mystica.

  Beautiful moon, your light shines ever so mystically upon me.
  Much alike are you and I.
  Beautiful moon, your white facade is ever so pure and bright.
  Many times I have fallen asleep wondering what it must be like up in that lonely sky.
  Much alike are you and I.
  As each week passes by, you become ever more visible [...]

• conceal.

  A small man opens the door, his stumble indicates a hurry.
  I walk through and feel weightless.
  His trinkets jingled around him as if they were welcoming their master.
  A strange contraption I had never seen before danced on his desk in quite the joyous manner, that is until he commanded it to stop.
  “Cease your dances silly creature! [...]

• lense.

  In the room of your containment, my passion is a fly on the wall.
  My loyalty, another wound on your already infected soul.
  Speak and the masses quiver, my every cigarette burns through your thoughts.
  As we calculate your cruelty’s apparent rise, interpolate my souls demise.
  Let’s run into the forest of my understanding and breath the oxygen of [...]