My Land Lies Faraway Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

My treasury is empty now,
they've stolen you, my lady bride, from within my arms
where you so happily used to jail yourself
when loneliness creeped outside of us.
The walls of kisses that I erected
between your lips and the world
were not enough to withstand the hits of their assault,
for I not being experienced, made them imperfect and flawed
and the cracks grew to become the bottomless pits
that swallowed our blue feathered love.

My land lies faraway,
today, desecrated by another's lips.
Someday, I shall try to find a new land
on which to unload my love
from this sinking ship of scrapings,
and maybe I'll show you then,
where to find my poems.