Love in a time of death
I wore a garden of flowers,
just for you.
Wore the brightest shade of yellow
but you were still blue.
Took your aching soul to the seaside,
But all I got was a mouthful of salt.
I held on to the fragile broken origami
you called your heart.
Tried to nurse an issue
that wasn't my fault .
I walked the oceans for you,
but you were no where to be seen
as I drowned!
More salt,
it seemed accumulated
and I became a bitter whore.
I fed you passion,
while you milked me of my ecstasy.
In my attempt to fold back and fix the origami,
it was crushed further by my small hands.
I held the weight of two worlds
in the palm of my hand.
Now answer me this...
How is it,
that I caused your bloody death,
when I found you already half dead?
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