#seventyseven

[vigen7r7]

#69 “End of the World”

I’m living in fear, dying of gaiety I’m scared of losing it all again I’m transferring tears, blaming society When all of my heartache is spent Cause I know the ending, and you know it too Let's just pretend that we’re both unknowing fools But I’m not pretending when I say you’re cute You’re the only thing that I've learned from school So I'll hold your hand like it's the end of the world I'll listen to you talking like its all that I've heard I'll look at your eyes like it's heaven I've seen I'll tell you the truth like it's all that I mean The world could be frozen, stuck just like glue  I could be dead, but still think about you The world could be on fire, split into two And I’ll still be missing every part of you I don’t wanna sway you with gifts I don’t wanna sway you with words I just wanna light up a candle, love till it hurts I just wanna stay with you, till the end of the world

[livias]

[dukeoftheblackstar]

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[vigen7r7]

#70 “Evening Aspen Tree”

These tarnished lint swing in the sway of the wind Aspen trees, your quaking leaves, dance along with your kin Keen eyes of yours that keep the world aspin Even skies will follow when you cry, colorful with your tinge Yellow tree, set me free of my own seclusion Offer me shade, but let me see past your inclusion Usher in assurance, let me breathe a sigh of relief Rest your branches on me, let me start to believe Thicket of leaves brazen with your affection In the wooden bark lie our love's foundation Meager sticks of ours that hold it together Evening Aspen tree, you fall like a feather

[vigen7r7]

#60 “Reverie”

Daunting as it were the black night gala, The shimmering dresses, the formality of suits, These other people in the crowd I didn't think of Cause the only person I know in that crowd is you

Down the grandiose stairs I went, Running by the fountain that had wept, The chandelier shimmering in the center of the room Its golden reflection waving like cloth to a loom

Where were you in this reverie? In the hotel lobby, the banquet hall, or my memory? Where were your eyes that had revelled me? And then I saw you there, like nature's scenery

Each step an edge closer, Each look a different view, To see if anybody had chose her To know how much love she accrue

But I wondered why you look to the ground instead of the sky Why you looked so lamented when the night was alive Your eyes grew a sparkle amidst the crystal tears that you cry I would have held your hand, if not for the man close by

Extending his hand to your mellow figure Nary a word but a smile, As if he can make the ice in your heart thinner When I have tried too many times,

To speak to your heart, to reprieve all that ache, To replace it with love, of all that you hate, And yet you take his hand in a blissful fashion Gone was my love, gone was my passion,

Your pointy black heels following the brown leather shoes Your dress flowing like water with wind that it moves You dancing with another, under the shine of the moon I could only imagine to be the one dancing with you

[vigen7r7]

3. “Love Isn’t Even Real”

Loathing in silence my heart will slowly ferment, Onto lingering feelings of an ardent admirer, Voraciously awaiting your infatuation's slow increment Even if for me it burns as bright as a raging fire Intimate lover, what can I do to be yours? So blinded by love of such little adore No matter the signs or the lies I ignore Too fixated on waves that wash up ashore Ecstasize me with your brief warm embrace Vagariously tell me my love was misplaced Eat up my heart as I follow and chase Now left in the dark, just left with your name Rid me of you, and I lose all of my reasons Either undo my fault or your heart's treason Ardent admirer, our worlds have long lost cohesion Leave me in silence, and my heart's stone cold concretion

[vigen7r7]

“Wisteria”

I write away every piece of me that longs for you,  In tumultuous poems, in gloomy phrases, Covertly wishing the ink of my pen diminishes, So I don’t have to write you away in empty pages As our love is like Wisteria, wrapping around the roof of a broken patio, Flowering this disheveled world, but waiting to be disentangled I mustn’t need your hanging promises, nor the smell of your rose Yet the loneliness I’ve been used to, you’ve made newfangled So I shall write again, and again, about the love I’d not found And I’d cry again, and again, until I whimper no sound To whom I had loved, to whom I have tried to, I will write of you till I forget who I was writing to

[vigen7r7]

#77 "The Only Constant"

To my favorite person, to my sparkling twilight, to my sunset, to my nightfall, I'd like to wish you words through this poem as if you were a falling star As if my unfeigned expression is enough to make your salient heart fall, As if telling you again could reach and touch your soul from afar And yet despite all these "if's", I still chose to write to your heart Because despite everything changing, some things remain as they are Like the conservation of energy, the warmth of the sky, and the colors of art The strings of the universe unravel, all from a paper on an escritoire Because something about you makes you so hard to forget Is it your hair, your smile, the most attractive I've ever met? Maybe it's your spark, your words, your limitless glow, Maybe it's you that I just want to get to know And yet when we sit together, I get cold, I get quiet Running out of words to say, when I'm so lost in your silence Treasuring our every moment, counting the minutes of every call That if I have never met you I’d have no idea what perfect is at all You are the autumn, the winter, and every one of the seasons, You are beauty, complexity, and all of my reasons You are the castle, the knight, the queen, the king, You are the soon, the now, forever, my everything You need not answer this poem, I just wanted to let you know How much I wanted to thank you, how much you've alleviated my sorrow How much I think of you, how much you make tomorrow How much I appreciate the time from you I borrow As trees will fall and stand, as time will mold mountain ranges, As words will tell wishing fountains, as dunes form from grains of sand, As even if change is constant, some things really never changes For my love for you in this world, remains as its only constant