Poetry Post #17: Labyrinth Eyes

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Her voice alone is an art—
so full of resignation,
and painted violently internal.

That soliloquy tongue
manifested a quiet, gentle creeping—trickling
lazily, like hourglass sand.

Over time, she introduced pieces of herself to me—each one so beautiful,
like a shard of stained glass.

The way she finally stormed in
was something God-like—
brutal, blinding, but nothing short of holy.

She settled into my silence,
pouring herself, flood-like,
into these once-idle veins.

And yet, here I stay—
my love enisled,
living a cursed life.

God was a tragedian,
making my heart shift a space
for the girl with the labyrinth eyes.


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