Melancholy of Misery
Haven't I loved you enough?
Then why do you have to be tough
All the time and hide
Your vulnerabilities that reside
Like a happy family inside
Of your heart, oh, heart, alas! your heart!
Why did you become such a cold bard?
Your heart's nothing but a broken shard.
So, tell me, why wasn't love sufficient
And why it was always deficient?
Forgive me, I couldn't save you
From you, cause I already knew
Deep down that you would be
Nothing but a melancholy memory
Fleeting away slowly from me.
From me to you, I loved you,
I truly did love you, I know you knew,
But all the love was in vain,
it was just miserably mundane,
It couldn't, appease your suffering and pain.
I'd rather die
Than bidding goodbye
To you, only you, yes,
My feet returning to your house,
Again and again as a mess,
My heart that apparently allows
Me to you, to you and I,
Contagious connection,
I can't, I can't say goodbye
To your love and my affection.
Please, I beg you, please,
Don't push me away,
Nothing it won't appease,
At your feet, let me sway
In the melancholy of misery
Of my folly for being in love,
The feeling's warm and wintery,
I worship you, put you above
Everything else, I hope
That you know your love
Is tying me to you like a rope
Unbreakable, unbelievable, unbearable.
I have loved you so long,
I can't even tell what's right and wrong.
Copyright ©
Anne Winter
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