In the haunting corridors of our entwined fate,
I glimpse the rueful echoes of a love innate.
A lament that our paths crossed in this abyss,
Where sorrow reigns, sealing our love's amiss.
I dragged you down through shards of shattered dreams,
A broken mosaic of silenced, tear-filled streams.
Blameless you are, for the ruin I bestow,
In this desolate landscape where roses refuse to grow.
Angelic essence, so pure, so divine,
Entwined with my darkness, a tragic design.
Your wings clipped by the weight of my despair,
A celestial soul ensnared in my despairing lair.
They foretold my descent, a tale now in bloom,
Every step, every breath, leading to doom.
Your radiance dims in my presence, I see,
For an angel's embrace was never meant for me.
In the hushed symphony of our tragic decree,
The bitter truth remains: you were never meant for me.
- Author: Frank Moses Phiri ( Offline)
- Published: January 5th, 2024 03:13
- Category: Unclassified
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