Cold Hearts.A Poem by Thomas RoartyI wrote this one out of another relationship (Cheesey, I know.) However I like the feel to it, I hope you enjoy.My goodness, where are we now? We've reached the point of no return. The glue that held our bonds together have long since dried and frayed. The death of civility.
This broken home can no longer be sewn together with subtle hints of a better wellbeing. The full house is watching what we can't see. Your full house. You just had to have it all. My desire for you has fermented somewhat since then. Putrid like your heart.
Like my heart for you.
Darkness. Blackness. Abyss. The promises you once made to me, your persuasive words are now forfeit. Your iron tongue was never silver, words can never be harsher than this. You ended your own happy life for a shot at the glory you will never grasp. From sixteen years to forty in a double-sided mirror, I pity you now.
You have drifted from my admiration to your desolation.
For you I am through. The pure waters of life and forfillment have run like a red river out of you. Out of us. The eternal sleep from which you have awoken prematurely refused to take you back and so you set the sights on me. (A great leviathan of beauty and despair)
You always did find light within death and thus consider the death of love your solace. Have fun with your new-found abandonment.
Who will be your saviour now? © 2011 Thomas RoartyAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on January 9, 2011 Last Updated on January 10, 2011 AuthorThomas RoartyGlasgow, Lanarkshire, United KingdomAboutHello! My name is Thomas. I am sixteen years of age and I have just began writing for personal pleasure, I hope you enjoy my works :) I'm not 100% positive on how to define my works. Thus far they se.. more..Writing
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