Tu Es RomamA Poem by OceanaI am a lover of the Empire
You are Rome
You are tan suncracked skin holding vibrant blood in the way the walls once held people You are Rome You are corners I will never turn, you are faces I will never see, you are secrets I will never hear You are Rome You are antiquated beauty with a million stories to tell to a million people who will listen You are Rome You are Rome and I will only love you through fragmented murals of who you used to be You are the Empire personified You are the Empire resurrected You are the Empire and you will never die You are Rome and I am a fool for having fallen in love with history. You are the city I bleed for. Tu es Romam, et semper amatus es a mea; tu es Romam, et semper amaberis a mea. Tu. Es. Romam.
© 2013 OceanaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorOceanaNot Quite BostonAboutthe documents on my computer are equal parts essays on the middle east and never-quite finished nonsensical stories. i would like to say i have a zeal for life but my caffeine addiction must first .. more..Writing
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