flowerhunter. (2)

A Poem by Jaco Brown

Pt 2

I'd rather my heart rot under the bridge of unrequited love, I'd rather be scorched by memories of your enchantment, drown in swirling images of dreams and things that seem to connect with you

what is my fidelity worth, what is a person who'd drop dead just to hear the words "I love you" with my name faintly falling from your lips worth? Is this love a curse? A spell? Will things began to emerge? Is time really what heals
Will the mist of the hills clear is it willed
I'd rather hang on to the thought that you'll come home like your silhouette flashes the wall,
I cant give up when its out of my control this love has turnt into an entity of its own traveling through caverns of darkness and wonders of other worlds
my soul aches in displace, with my rotted heart on display