Sep 04 2011
The Curse of the Unwanted
Weakness I carry with my move
I’m sorry I’m incompetent, sorry I’m so frail.
I claimed an enchantment,
With a foolish mind,
I was conjuring happiness,
Pretending it was mine
Calling out to it,
Inviting love towards my door.
Yet who I lusted and desired
Has been taken from my hands
Kidnapped and blinded,
By the magic of her touch.
So here I sing and I cry to the heavens
As I await,
Yet once again,
To recieve the mercy of a goddess.
I’ve been granted pity and shame
All attached from those who stare
And call out to my name
The curse of the unwanted
Is to seek the unreachable.
Robbed within my sight,
By the taste of a kiss.
Yet it’s not his fault
Or even hers to say.
The blame is on me
I claim it mine.
A cryptic arragenment of words
Is little of use.
There is not a word in the dictionary,
That will lessen the hurt.
So let us keep running away,
Let us continue our game with fate.
Because a coward can’t hide forever,
Just as you and I weren’t mean to be together.
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Ouch. Your words echo a certain sentiment within me. Thanks for sharing.
No problem. Although I should be thanking you.