The Morning Star

our love fades to pink dawn
a mere memory playing on
the morning star woke me up
with its glowing yellow

electrifying sorrow

from yesterday's spell

once more crushed in his arms
he waves his magic charms
eats his meal and leaves me where I fell

does love still last

even with a cracked mask

he still want to touch me like that

how to behave

I should run for my life

i choose faith

just ignore the world's advice

just to love him for a while

makes me smile

in this infinite embrace

its the way of the hopeless romantic
falling off the wagon
we can’t change

All I can do is make this wish

sadness and depression never to return

in the cool fire of the dragon

Reviews

[Pete]

hmm. deep and telling. there is much to like in this. such is the plight of the romantic. reality never seems to measure up to expectations. well written thoughts.

[butterfly]

Thank you for the review Pete :)