Your red skirt is like poetry to my hands.
But your red palanquin frowns on me always.
Won’t you look at me when I wear my red kimono?
M eyes are already red with tears.
And my hands are drenched in blood.
So I will walk away under the rain
and hope that it hides my misery.
Strong work! It’s just a beautiful scene. The angst, how they can never be together. How he could only think of this one way to be close to her—to be a feared monster and assassin. It’s so romantically tragic. I just can’t.
There were those years in my life
Living through the days fighting for the last bit of my soul
That last bit that kept these feet running through the darkest forests
Crossing those coldest rivers and climbing those rugged mountains
Reaching the edge overlooking the widest sea
Longing for a glimpse of you that I may never see
I own this wretched soul not worthy of your hold
This fate of mine let me bear it on my own
Just let me love you the only way I know
Since being with you shall remain a dream untold
I shall live my life according to the choices that I have made
Even those painful words you say I am willing to take
There is nothing I can do but wield this sharp blade
Since loving you silently in my heart is the one thing I can’t forsake
Ally
July 23, 2018 at 6:02 AM
Someone should write a ballad or a poem about this. #mrsunshineep6
WishfulToki
July 23, 2018 at 6:32 AM
Your red skirt is like poetry to my hands.
But your red palanquin frowns on me always.
Won’t you look at me when I wear my red kimono?
M eyes are already red with tears.
And my hands are drenched in blood.
So I will walk away under the rain
and hope that it hides my misery.
(bad day for poetry, sorry!)
Ally
July 23, 2018 at 8:03 AM
Strong work! It’s just a beautiful scene. The angst, how they can never be together. How he could only think of this one way to be close to her—to be a feared monster and assassin. It’s so romantically tragic. I just can’t.
Meheartisamusicbox
July 23, 2018 at 11:20 AM
There were those years in my life
Living through the days fighting for the last bit of my soul
That last bit that kept these feet running through the darkest forests
Crossing those coldest rivers and climbing those rugged mountains
Reaching the edge overlooking the widest sea
Longing for a glimpse of you that I may never see
I own this wretched soul not worthy of your hold
This fate of mine let me bear it on my own
Just let me love you the only way I know
Since being with you shall remain a dream untold
I shall live my life according to the choices that I have made
Even those painful words you say I am willing to take
There is nothing I can do but wield this sharp blade
Since loving you silently in my heart is the one thing I can’t forsake
Bad day for poetry indeed *sigh*
Ok.. I am off to my dreamland… Cheers!
Ally
July 23, 2018 at 12:04 PM
OMG, this is so good!!!