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The moon makes cold marble of the concrete.
My hands are empty,
All the little birds have left the nest
They had called home,
In the bitter spaces of my chest.
I'm drawn homeward
To the dark and damp
Of the soil,
To rest, to return to dust
And the silence from which I came.
I wish I could send a flutter of butterflies to drink your tears,
The ones you cry, lonely, into an all too familiar pillow.
I wish I could send flights of nightingales to you,
To sing sweet songs into your dreams,
Stitching them tightly with woven melodies,
Embroidered through with lilting happiness.
I wish I could throw stardust into your emptiness,
Creating a new universe to fill the void inside of you,
Spanning the chasm of your solitude,
With glittering starburst galaxies.
You, prince of the Heavens,
But pauper on Earth,
Deserve such riches as this world has never seen.
My house, my house,
My crumbling home.
How could a prince,
Born into a palace,
Understand the love I have
For softly settling timbers
Raised with my own two hands?
And how could kings,
Born under the gilded gazes of martyrs
Find the divine in
The gentle rainwater melt of glass in the windows?
How could such soft hands
Understand the love that was crafted
By those so weathered and worn?
Some people burn bright like candles,
A steady source of warm and welcome light,
This dark, hard world becomes softer somehow,
Embraced and bathed in a loving glow.

But those steady lights will flicker,
In the cold wind of harsh truths,
And in the shadows on the wall we can trace the dark curling,
Of their doubts.

The flutters make long the pockets of dark,
And the shadows dance and play,
But in the end these quiet little lights,
Keep all the world's darkness at bay.

No, I can’t just stop loving you.
No more than the sun can just stop shining, or the rain stop falling.
No more than the night can simply stop being dark.
It is nature, uncontrollable and untamable,
Like a hurricane, an avalanche or an earthquake,
And though it destroys me,
No man is its master.
No, I can not just stop loving you,
No matter how hard I try,
No matter how hard you try to make me,
No more than I can make you just start loving me.


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BrittanysDesigns Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2012  Professional General Artist
Thanks for the fave <3
Paul-Shanghai Featured By Owner Dec 9, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thank you for adding my drawing 'Melancholy II' into your favourites folder - thanks again for your support :)
lightningtumble Featured By Owner Jun 4, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the fave! It makes me a happy pony!
BrittanysDesigns Featured By Owner May 5, 2012  Professional General Artist
Thanks for the fave and watch means a lot to me <333
BrittanysDesigns Featured By Owner Apr 28, 2012  Professional General Artist
Thanks for the fave <3
OnceUponAWinter Featured By Owner Nov 4, 2011
thankyou for the fave <3
Nawasa Featured By Owner Nov 4, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
You are very welcome!
Retrubutionist777 Featured By Owner Aug 16, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for adding my story to your favorites!
Nawasa Featured By Owner Aug 16, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
I'm not going to lie to you, it made me cry.
But in a good way.
Retrubutionist777 Featured By Owner Aug 16, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Wow, really? I'm-shocked. It's that powerful?
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