With and Without, Yet Again
Color me dull, with charcoal and white.
I believe I’ll be such a sight.
Found be love as it might,
Yet find me not in its light.
Not that I yearn for love,
But for a true warm embrace I thirst.
For in my void, I can only think of,
From someone, a poetry well-versed.
Just once do I yearn,
To be created as part of one’s whole.
A stroke from a brush to a paper,
Or just a gold dust in one’s soul.
But oh I slipped and fell,
I saw the world from below.
If love is found in a deceit-filled well,
Nevermind then, let it forgo.
Although real love I desire,
For sorrow, I will let it go.
For if the love I saw burns no fire,
I’d rather hold hands with woe.
With sorrow, I am accompanied,
I taint myself with fears.
With love I am not of need,
If while in my veins still flows with tears.
I see beauty in this pitiful world,
When love still cometh with.
Yet now, darkened skies and clouds, unfurled,
For what I saw is without it.
The current world knows only its name,
‘Love’ now finds itself hard to comprehend.
No longer can I trust it to be the same,
What I yearn for is a true friend.
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