01/11/2025
Bleeding Ink...
Like violins
I await my orchestra,
These strings plead to be played
On my heart you wrote a song
A song forever stamped
The only way to be free from you
Is death himself.
I still bleed like the first time
These words are you in my heart,
The more I bleed, the more I'm inspired
You're a gem I couldn't keep
A queen that never had a throne
In my head you live rent free
I repeat, the only way I can be free
Is death himself.
A love like this
Is a ballad forever engraved,
Like the Titanic
I'd sink a thousand times over
Romeo without Juliet is death
A death I've been aquatinted with
Through words like these
I admit I am still drawn
You're my magnet
A magnet I still can't refuse.
In my quiet time
I write these promises,
Promises I aimed to keep
But without you they're just words
Words burnt within me
They're buried deep within me
Without you here it's like Armageddon
A battle for my sanity is all I see
I'm sunk beyond my wildest thoughts
Now my imagination only points to you.
Like odeysyus
I wish to return to you,
Penelope, that's who you are
If ever I'm lost you're my compass
If I heard you sing a siren's song
I'd willingly drown with you
If those were my last days
Then I'd gladly be engulfed
In this furnace
You're my clarity.
Lest I forget
I'm a bard at heart,
My pen bleeds when it loves
Every word is a melody
Every verse dipped in honesty
Ah ancient muses
Wherever she goes
Let her heart be my muse
In confusion I still turn to you
Every smile you bring makes me yearn
A yearning I never wanted to fade
Ngiyakuthanda
Je t'aime
© Adiela Michael
