A Waltz For Zizi

Freshman - 651 Points (7 march 1988)

A Story Of...Ella - Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

A smile, a lightning in a storm,
spears the sky, north of the citadel of love,
unraveling your mystic side
as a moon that lights a lover's face
in the moment of his first kiss.
Your blushing cheek, red and romantic as the setting sun
colours in hues of unearthy love
the white and delicately freckled canvas of your face
that appears in front of me day after day,
in this unfortunate world
where you love someone that is not me.

In this storm of treasured feelings
a man's path lies broken as a crushed bone
and it hurts him badly, for the bone is sticking out
like a flag signaling surrender.
Here at the edge of all things, where love stops being love
in the crevice of your heart
I have stumbled upon a dream of yours
that fell a long time ago,
when people still called you 'child',
while I was busy discovering
the passionate land of your perfect red lips.
You forgot to thank me for that.
I don't know why you embarked your love for me on that sinking ship.
Maybe, I've eroded you too much with kisses
and I've exposed to the world the most beautiful part of you.
I belive I hurt you this way,
I belive you were too delicate inside for this world.
I would like to belive that, but the truth
is that you were already petrified
by the kiss of your lost king.

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There are a few letters missing in her name.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, December 28, 2012


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