Oh, love
Oh sweet tarnished Prince,
Would that my love
Could cure your
Fractured mind
And my kiss
Could free your
Anguished heart,
I would beg the
Heavens,
Once again,
To take your pain
From you.
I watch your descent
Into madness,
Helpless and afraid,
But I feel I understand
It, more than most,
And sympathize with
Your fight against the Sun.
Tragedy begets tragedy
Heartbreak begets more.
I know these trials
Because I have witnessed
Them myself.
Front row to grief and loss.
Center stage of the play
I was not written into.
I grow tired
As time passes
Me by.
Lying in my
Raw bed,
Of broken hearts
And salty tears.
I long for a
Future,
With you in it.
And the chills
That the
Taste of your wildfire
Gives.
I long for you
And the promise
You bring.
And the light that once shined
So brightly in your eyes.
When darkness
Comes tonight
And you welcome
Your dreams and
And wistful wishes,
Think on me.
And the love I have
For you.
And know,
That though you
Must justify your
Treason against
The gods,
And face the consequences
Of all the pain you’ve
Endured,
Be not afraid,
For I will be there,
To hold your
Hand and guide your
Way into our watery
Slumber together.
Because my heart will
Never rest,
Though my body may wither.
And my love for you
Will never end,
Though my mind might
Break.
You and I are meant to be.
And the Moon has smiled
Upon it.
“Tis in my memory lock’d,
And you yourself shall keep the key of it.”
©KVP
Art: Darkchylde
Quote from Act I, Scene III, ‘Hamlet
