Pitiful, The Poet Poem by Alexander Foald

A beauty, like it was made by gods
The city can’t take its heart far from you
My imagination runs wild through the forest
Of broken heart, where the soldiers committed suicide

To the stone upon your chest
To the lips where the stars are kept
Through the window of this sealed room
Tomorrow is the day where I sail free to the ocean

Bride of lovers, man of all hearts
Get a grip before you come and steal them out
The night is long and cruel, yet you’d still dare to stand
And of all the beautifully-made women of heaven,
She is the one that catches your imaginary eyes

And hearts are made from stone and fire
They are cold and warm, ignored and desired
And inside those fragile feelings of a body
Are kept a mystery which no one ever discover

Time, please be steady for a moment
Please understand why I have such common feelings
If yesterday couldn’t be taken back to me
Today will be the last day of this misery