Poetry Creative Writing: Heaven's Work

[Heavenchi]

To think, that once upon a time, there was no you and me.

How could I have ever lived without this seed of love, these wings of unerring trust?

To think, once upon a time, there was no you and me.

I owned a mansion made of the illusion solo and the glass independence. It’s foundation maybe.

I called that home.

Now I call this cottage home, made of the stone duo, and it’s foundation eternity.

To think, now there is only, you, and me.

 

[Heavenchi]

A rose with thorns bigger and more voluptuous than it’s petals cries tears of self-pity as it thinks of the daisies surrounding.

They have no thorns just petals of shimmering beauty.

Heartbroken and utterly lost- the rose wishes to just join the dust for it feels that's where it belongs.

With the bleak, unappealing particles of sufficiency.

This rose cries for it knows-

its petals will never take center attention away from its thorns-

it’ll always be disliked-

at best; admired from afar.

 

[Heavenchi]

It's truly a tragedy when love doesn't prevail, win, or prosper.
When apathetic fate drowns it in the murky waters of missed opportunity.
The consequences of its death digging a bottomless pit we call despair.
The bittersweets of what could have been choke, as regret hangs.
Tears of misery and hollowness slip from pleading eyes.
Unknowingly those hopeful eyes wish for a second chance.
The noose maker named cupid crestfallen and ashamed watches as a once warm heart turns stony and cold.
When the last nerve goes off and the struggle is no more, he flies off with a heavy corpse once named trust.

 

[Heavenchi]

out your kissable mouth came laced lies, false promises of us
warning signs of heartbreak flashed in your wandering eyes but i still gave you my trust
i thought we were meant to be so i didn't understand the cruel facts of things
verbal warnings in one ear and out the other
blindfolded by your fast talk and flashy ways
fully hypnotized couldn't hear logic screaming run away, i hope i don't ever make the same mistake
of falling in love with a fake
gave you my heart and you let it break
out your kissable mouth came nothing but nauseating words that when thought back on, give me a headache.​