The Temptress and the Stolen Heart
Leading with your heart can leave it to decay.
He saw her every day, but never did she gaze his way,
Though he knew she was forbidden, still, he refused to let those thoughts decay,
From moment first was there a spark of light;
Within eyes dark and wise; so keen to write.
There was a devotion to do right by her,
Sophia, named for an angel, yet ironic with her dark and twisted façade;
Slowly did she creep her grasp deeper into mind, soul, and heart,
A mistake overlooked from the start;
All that remains is a sliver of sanity and feelings ripped apart.
Eyes awaken dazed and confused,
What kind of dream leaves you battered and abused?
Does my reflection fib my appearance;
No, my heart is undoubtedly ripped out.
About the Creator
Mario Castelli
Merely a writer that sees the world through a lens of both logic and abstraction, that enjoys thinking deeper and learning of things shrouded in mystery and advocating for the silent.
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