cry out to the ends of the
earth and to the heights of
His heavens. My heart doth
cry out to thee, yet thou
hasn't the patience to stop
and hear the proclamation of
my heart, my lost love.
And yet now I stand, wary in
your high presence, to state my
argument that you once loved,
but now you've decided to lie
to everyone. To yourself.
To the one that stands before thee.
What judgement shall I make
towards the one who pursuited
the defilement of my
very being? How must my
heart react to someone who
now is uglier and colder
than death itself?
It is not possible for me to
forget you, try as I might. For
I am promised to you in the end.
You do not savor knowing the
future; I am doomed to thirst for you.
- Jacqueline C. Audrey
