Somewhere at the bottom
Where I stood, long forgotten
In the shadow of this sepulcher
A monument to all things I could never do
I saw a shadowy reminder,
A reminder of how much I needed you
Avoided by the blessings
Of my father, my kin
Persuaded that in a life
Made in remorse and sin
I could never feel alive
But I do,
I swear I do
Because I know
That even though
No one could ever understand
The way I breathe
The way I am
That a set of gleaming emeralds
Shall be fixed upon my figure
Void of odium, of hatred
Rather filled with the color of the sky
Oh I'll try,
And I'll try
To keep all these strings together
Shredded they may be
From a thought that follows me forever
That I'll never be good enough
To turn your emerald eyes
Down to my own
That you won't see this promise
As a lie
That you won't chill me to the bone
A monument to all things I could never do
A script long torn
Which dictates my rampage
My depths, so cold, so blue
Be my masterpiece,
Untouched by the disgrace
Of my eyes
Because love you
I do,
I swear I do
But if I'm not careful
I'll break you too
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, and thanks for stopping by.