Literature
change of heart
In my youth I was warned:
"Listen- never pledge your soul away."
I was always a poor listener, wasn't I? I Saw you,
eternally lovely, knowing someday I will rot away.
Do you remember the promises we made,
the nights we curled together in the cold, entwined
on that miserable bed like a helix of DNA?
Yes, I tried not to look into your eyes, I did!
Oh, but how could I not? I cupped your face in my hands
understanding, yearning even, to fall into your abyss...
Perhaps you will think me completely mad
like all the others- they do not consider
emotional outbursts like mine welcome in their hotel,
and so I find mys