Her heart swells to the loosened tide,
Revives to the reminder
That no pain came so simple,
Left so bitterly
In the hours it stayed.
A few teardrops towards the galaxy,
A world apart from the gleaming ocean,
Fewest breaths or sighs of relief,
While nothing could drink
A pure sustenance from her breast.
A beating stone within bleeding flesh,
Cold fingers run a mile
Past her tresses in the wind.
Her nose tastes the salted breeze,
Before her lips can taste her defeat
Brought before the riverbed.
An ocean, a caress or two to the death
Of one heart without sound,
Without music to come around
With faces that mix-match
All the things that would not attach.
Falsehoods and broken jewels,
A diamond cut by her eyes.
Cast rays from an invisible sun
That to her dreams,
Came undone.
Modern Romanticism 