Forsaken Poetry

I wrote poetry for him

But it never rhymed with his heartbeats

I wrote it again

Then it broke the chords of our love

I tried to tie it back

But it never fitted

And I lost my charm

My words turned into ashes of old glory

My words wept in vain for my reign

I faltered but my words didn't give up

They piled up and I burst to let them free

To give them wings to sing my song

To the unheard, unknown, scarlet red minds.