Venus
I
Moonlight,
shone upon her collied, weary heart.
scarred by a life of many failures
and dreams unfulfilled
now she is a slave to her own thoughts,
and undying feelings of indifference.
the master of puppets
pulls on her heartstrings.
she lives on the dark side of the moon.
yet her volcanic beauty is like
a rare celestial body
Galileo laid eyes on for the first time
through a telescope back in 1610
and sketched into our history books
for future human beings to gaze at
and be marveled by.
this is what her beauty is like.
Her eyes are like Egyptian pools
they show a reflection of her eternal soul
which flows like the Nile;
it could give life to entire civilizations.
this is the source of her beauty,
a fiery, inexplicable warmth
fueled from the embers
that remain burning in her caged soul-
unblemished by time, by age,
and by failure.
yet to her, time is like grains of sand
trickling down in an hourglass
with every moment in her life,
and every moment to ever be
only as meaningful to her
as this grain of sand.
she doesn’t see the big picture,
she doesn’t see her beauty,
and these are both great tragedies.
still, she lives on the dark side of the moon,
the girl who was afraid to be…
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