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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I was once a perfumed flower in his concubine court sweet scented bud that bloomed at his touch and despite the harem hijab that hid my lips, he knew the seductive smile I always wore for him. But I've become a jasmine veiled with jinxed jewels. What is left of us worthy to be labeled 'love'? Is there an answer to my anxious askance ~ a panacea to explain my pitiable plea? I am drowning in a deluge of doleful disdain with grief that tortures me with pain. Lost and lonely for all eternity I shall be ~ A wave removed from the sea A night bereft of moonlight A pair of eyes robbed of sight A storm without roaring thunder A heart riven and torn asunder Forever was written in the light of his eyes Now, I must learn to live for lovesick lies In solemn solitude I choose to morosely mourn hiding my deepest ache and darkest sorrow. I feel passionate pangs of jealousy when moonlight fondles waves on the sea for I remember the way his touch tenderly ~ so slowly and sensually found its way over me. A love once real wears a chameleon disguise. He has no ear to hear my deep dolorous sighs nor does he care about my woeful worries. I despise having the emotional angst of an angel who's been betrayed by the one who owns my soul. I silently struggle to maintain a position of dignity when no longer does he hold me in his arms seductively swaying under shining starlight skies. I'm tempted to go dancing with my sweet demons and give myself up to their flaming fangs of fire. I must not give in to evil thoughts. They're a bane I cannot fathom, for he will always be in my heart and that's the part of me that must let him go. He was always my Phoenix Sun, lighting my way. If only I could forgive the wrong that he's done but my traces of tears flow like beads of blood and I wane, an angel without wings. bitterly crying. Tortured and tormented is what I've become. I script verse after verse with anguished agony for grief is a ghostwriter whose ink drips from my pen.
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