The Solemn Urn: Poetry

I wanted to know
what it was like
to feel

There in your arms
I was no longer
a vibrant husk

I was vivacious,
you were aquamarine,
I thought we were wonderfully alive

I just wanted to
know how it is to
be real

Wrapped in your charms,
from dreary dawn
to aching dusk

I became loquacious,
you were clandestine,
I thought our love began to thrive

But now we're standing here
in the forest with the solemn urn,

Containing the sighs of all our loving,
and the hearts that we have burned

I can't help looking
into your eyes

I can't help weeping
towards the skies

That I was someone
else you weren't
so willing to let go...

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