#this-doesnt-make-sense

[chanteraelle]

A Seaside Walk

A thousand lowly dreams are dashed upon the seaside rocks

And plundering of silted sand upon some foreign shore

Sea foam or fractured sunlight cast upon the stilted glass

As a million watery pearls are dragged in silver streams away

[chanteraelle]

Why do people say that love is sweet?

For all I know,

It’s oh so bitter.

Like melted honey, burnt and charred,

Smoke wavering from your lips.

An acerbic aphrodisiac,

Intoxicating and unrelenting;

And I drink it in,

Roll the flavours across my tongue,

But they only leave me aching.

For you leave.

I know you leave;

The pattern never changes.

We weave and kiss and intertwine,

Then we lose hold of our two strings,

And slowly we unravel.

Twisting and untwisting,

We are beautiful to watch,

But it is painful for me.

In you I lose my other half,

My sweetness and my treasure.

And I am left with the smoldering ashes

Of what might have been

And it is bitter, oh so bitter,

Or at least it is for me.