Beautiful Sadness
"Melancholy is the happiness of being sad."
Victor Hugo
Filled of memories, dreams lost and found
and heartaches hugged and embraced,
time stands still, laying quietly ticking in wait
of everything that was and is never meant to be.
I sleep, dulled and delayed by my dreams
slipping into futures forgotten and passed
with yesterdays anguish awakening, grasping, clutching at my heart
in want of your love not given
and mine, too easily given away.
Melancholy is my seduction, sensual emotion. pleasures endured
for need of loving you without return
imagined laughter at your amusement
that I am blinded by your beauty and innocence and yet, you see me not.
Full of hope, passion, lust filling every bone, sinew in my mind
this heart cries, weeps unceasingly
for the perfection of untouched love
that beats and breathes in every salted tear
that will forever, long eternally for you.
I die quiet and stilled, silenced by these imaginings
that tear at my heart and soul
and force my mind to false comforts
that is not real, to happily cry at loving you.
7/20/19
Writing Challenge 2, July 2019- Melancholy
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
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