Modern Romanticism

Anoint me,

Appoint me

To see, where all has fallen

Within your heart.

Love has left you behind

In the waves of life.

Love wishes to wash leaves

On the shores of your eyes

For you to see

What cannot leave,

But only the decay can depart

From your discarded heart.

Pain me,

Embed me

In where you share your fate

Upon a plate,

Of lies, broken up in cries

That reach for the shattered moon.

You gravitate

In the arms that encircle.

Yet, why do you enclose

Upon the stone,

Upon the coldness?

I am the one you seek.

You want to love,

Yet, your cries seek other realms

Of further disappointment.