Treasure Island

Mitchell Long

(February 22nd,1997 / Minneapolis)

Eternal Love


Alone with love, my entire
Life beside the dying fire
Embers resting life it seems
Yearning your forgotten dreams

Respecting death as love more clear
Roses black as gates appear
Wrenchful beating ever last
Forever ending, beaten past

Growing sadness Satan’s trap
Hollowed holly reaping sap
Fateful lust as I desire
Alone atop the darkened spire

Expecting mourn they cry and weep
A recent home so dark and deep
I sit and think for eternal
For the day my loves returnal

Submitted: Monday, April 01, 2013

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Being left broken hearted, I imagined her love when i am gone

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