Slow burn

"I've made my peace, I'm dead, I'm done, I'll watch you live to have my fun."

You drew me a map

through my winding roads,

and they all lead to you.

My Ancient Rome,

my infallible force. 

Yet it is you who is singing

while I burn.

Silently.

No glorious blaze,

no cause for alarm,

just...

Rust.

And I built a utopia in my mind

for us

but you never knew

and I was too scared

to make it come true,

so I sit in this place

that I built for two,

and this all feels

so far from perfect.

I have no home.

Reviews

[Wórdsmíth]

Sounds thrilling! The love makes the soul to write such pieces .. to heal up the wounded shades of broken heart. Nice imagery, you`ve plotted deep insights around the page.

[serpentine]

Thank you! It's really cool to see that people can tell when I wrote a piece in the middle of a feeling, instead of in hindsight

[wordsofheart]

It's very sad and beautiful at the same time. I really liked the way in which it tells a sad story from the beginning till the end. Well Done. Keep it Up!!!!

[serpentine]

Thank you so so much! :)

[wordsofheart]

My pleasure always :)