My eyes are made of sapphire
But my tears are rubies
My spirit is born of fire
Fire I can’t release
My heart is a wall of stained glass
Holds the grief unspoken
If you’re unable to surpass
Easy to be broken
A crescent is my only sun
Darkness lifts me sky high
My enemies have all the fun
While I fail to pass by
Whom I made saint was a harlot
She has stolen my grace
Whom I trusted made the scarlet
Paintings onto my face
Yet I remember the old days
When I fought for the cause
But now I’m blinded by the haze
Now I fight just because
Nobody wants to sing along
No chance for a duet
Solitude is where I belong
For I’m a lone poet
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Who am I?
- Lone Poet
- Who am I? It's a question I ask myself time to time. I've come up with different names for myself. I was a preacher, I was a king, I was Misery Incarnate... but eventually I'm no more and no less than a lone poet, buried alive, waiting to be excavated. To be loved. I live for the moment when everything is all right.
That's all folks
- My poetry (28)
- in Hungarian (9)
- Drebbles (5)
- by my Flame of Inspiration (1)
3 comments:
you know what? I have been wanting to write something based on my nick!! But i have always failed..
X(
this was an amazing piece of poetry!! *thumbs up*
one of the best poems ive read in my life!!!!
i was gonna pick line to say these are the best but then i realized i have to write all of them, my god you are a natural poet.
amazing.....
(i'll coment on the rest as soon as possible, in a week maybe :( )
Thank you, my friend. I really appreciate your words. :) And you're not in a hurry. ;)
Devil's Pride, thanks for the nice words to you too, but I already told that on your blog. ;)
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