Broken

Broken

A Poem by Venus At Far

My mind is a lake,
Calm, serene and at peace under the crescent moon,
I wish I could paint the scene as a keepsake,
Everything is still like a dream,
Every single thing is in anticipation,
Just like my heart right now who has stopped its beating,
I think I will breathe again when I'll see you smiling,

I will meet you and touch your face,
My feet at the banks of the water,
I'll forget I am even barefoot and run when I see you coming,
You will ask me to lie down with you,
We will watch the stars and name them after our "children",
You will tell me the stars burn themselves to let humans know they're there,
Then you will face me and for a moment I will get lost,

"I am like them"you'll say,
No matter how far I am or will be,
I will do anything to let you know I am still here,
To make you feel me"
They will be the only words that will go down in my history,
For they are the most beautiful words I will ever hear.
Maybe I will some time write them and give them immortality,

But as the night falls to a slumber so deep,
No one came,
No sound of footsteps heard,
My mouth is shut but inside me is a breaking heart,
 " How can loving someone be this painful?"
Do I have to burn in order to get something beautiful?
"How can waiting for him seem to take all my life?"

And now everything seems to listen,
In anticipation of what I must do,
The dawn seems to be nearby,
The sun will shine and the stars will disappear,
I do not know how long, maybe forever?
A tear falls as I pull my dainty feet out of the waters,
Then a storm came and swept over the peaceful lake.

© 2015 Venus At Far


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Added on November 7, 2015
Last Updated on November 9, 2015
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Venus At Far
Venus At Far

manila, National Capital Region, Philippines



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I've loved literature ever since I was a kid. It was a solace then. My childhood was spent mostly of playing, reading and reflecting after. Reading gladdens my soul. It is like I find a friend when re.. more..

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