The love we're hoping for is dying

I remained the soul within your four walls of love for years, the very exterior presented itself as a departed dance, as a silent chance and I was open to you, to this. We were the desending night, and our love was right, we were the takers of all opportunity that became memory, mighty and glorified was our beautiful outlook on the world, on this. On you, we were the pinicle of emotion, pouring our blood into eachothers veins, declaring unspoken words, we were insane shouting syllables in our minds, how cruel how kind it is to remain silent, we were fleeting in our triump to hold eachother, the passion within our four walls collided elegantly and holy, that even the light cast upon us burnt through, we were golden and bright like the sun, until all time became done, become someone true, i knew you, all along. You were everything i saw, everything i adore.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Siena. You are a amazing writer.
"how cruel how kind it is to remain silent, we were fleeting in our triump to hold each other, the passion within our four walls collided elegantly and holy"
The above lines. Real life and wonderful. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[wordman]

sad, but true for many people
you expressed it well

[Levi Levin]

Many of us seem to experience these things in life. Great work!