- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Dark Princess
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Click hereDARK PRINCESS
Listen...
Can’t you hear
The sun is burning the night...racing to appear
Listen to me
I am the one...the dark princess
I am the fool
His memory is made of wisps of smoke now
His scent has faded into the walls
His name is all I can forge..his soul is all I will ever know
Listen to me...listen to me
I am the dark princess...I am the fool
I write this poetry in the dark...not on paper but on walls
Already know my stories too well… my lifes, my riches, my lies
Why cant you listen to me
I drink too much vodka now
To cover the putrid taste of this black liquid
I try to teach myself to smoke
Little voices in the corners call his name...taunt me....shame me
Why couldn’t he fight it
Why couldn’t he wait another century with me
My hair grows...my fingernails...I study the cracks in my hands for hours...or is it days....
Either way I wait I watch another life slip away
I am the dark princess...I am the fool
I was persecuted for my beliefs...my curse
For being strong enough to survive...for being too weak to end it
When I sleep now it’s without the embrace...with out the comfort of dreams
Without any peace
I watched compassion walk away....I cry out
I can hear him
I feel his touch...a kiss...a meaningless gesture forgotten by the wind
A treasure to me still
Look at me...I am still the dark princess
or am I just a fool
Why can’t you come back to me
Why can’t I touch you again
To know...to understand if
your tears are as salty as mine?
- COMMENTS
~hellbaby~almost 19 years agoThanks for a great read.
This really hits close to home.
I too am a dark princess..but I traded in my smirnoff for ginger ale~ it's not as dark now.
