Unbridled
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You braid fiery tresses of a heart enflamed,
Carve crushing walls in remembrance's thrall,
You rein in the steed that ran untamed,
But don't you see? T'was the blinkers afterall!
Lift the pall up and now you see,
Streaking in rays of mundane...
These feelings he caught, he knew, were a con,
The strings that bound, his mind's own spawn,
He needed to be far but near he was drawn,
And just like that, before they knew, he was gone.
‘I had a theory that love was about paying attention. It's the one thing you can't buy or fake or make up for at the last minute. So the things that meant the most to me were the little details that told you someone had been paying attention, memorising your random preferences, letting you...
You rode the summer plains with heart in a couplet,
And found a wintry room with nothing but a dying hearth;
You craved for the memory of a hurtling rivulet,
And all you are left with are clogs of unmoving tired earth