Poignant Escape
I would forever be miserable
with your painting hanging on my head.
Even a hundred angels would lament
on the sadness sketched upon your eyes;
the loneliness on your face
is alive on your lifeless facade,
my love...
forgive me
for the broken notes
that lie on your lips.
Your unseen tears are more certain
than the air I breathe
just looking at you;
oh a hundred angels would mourn
on the agony painted on your visage.
What agony that is,
I could not name it;
what pain, I could not explain.
My heart is drowned
over your grievous tears.
A hundred angels would rather fly
away from your bitter misery.
I wish I have broken wings
my love...
forgive me.
I can not be with you.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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