An aging princess that has not evolved into being a queen is a disgrace to your royal heritage, a failure to achieve your potential. Under the tiara and makeup, behind the surgery and coverups your sadness is palpable.
Everyone can see how you struggle, except you my love. If I could fight this battle and strike back at the darkness I would run into the breach and stand against the void, even though it is hopeless to stand against the Eater of Souls, I would. I would stand. I would fight. I would […]
The most beautiful sight is your smile, the light dancing behind your eyes, playful and bright. The most beautiful sound is your voice, the lilt, music around your words, dancing soul aloud. The most wonderful thing was you in my life, a presence and spark, muse and love that is now lost.
My cries in the darkness are swallowed up like light in your voids, emptiness eating all.
So much depends upon how we repair ourselves, the mosaic of soul broken and repaired. Human kintsugi.
There will be a day when I am gone. No more verses, singing your praises or questioning why you left. When that day comes, will you remember all the joys or just the tears? Will you even remember at all?
I weep because you lie to everyone.
The truth is attacked by those that live lies. And that my love is why my soul cries.
You live in your fantasy; A dream. Never Never Land. Peter Pan or Princess, each a juvenile delusion of infinite possibilities, unwilling to commit and mature into something real.
Physics and Philosophy Psychology and Poetry. Each attempts to explain our reality in all its myriad diverse complexity. And yet I fail to understand You.