Broken Trinket
Doth behind your eyes
Are hidden secrets there be
What's that I hear
In your daily sigh
Something I dare
Not to compare.
Diligently I write
Lives, romances
Their strives, those satires
Moment of my awakening
Having been one awards
Of the putrid deeds
Of mankind, oh you
Oxymoronic thing, you
Man-kind.
If only true, I could see
In you that light
It ought not to be hid.
Don't spare me now
Late in the narrow pass
I'd surely live through
Your devouring
Of my feelings.
Little orb, gaze on me now
I still hurt, my heart
Lives somewhere around.
Dash me upon
Rock and boulder point
Sink me like galleons
Of old Spanish gold.
For my value is not
Near the market price
A broken trinket
Found on lost beach
Of love for you
If you wished dear.
Copyright © Andrea Travis | Year Posted 2014
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