Selene my dear,
Oh how wings I wish you had.
Exhibiting little or no fear,
Flying high in a swing, surely makes you glad.
With eyes closed tightly
Fingers clutching a rope or chain.
Higher you scream!
Higher you climb!
Then you scream, higher once again.
Never shall there be found,
Never, at least in me.
A love so utterly profound.
As that which I hold for thee!
In you be not a sorrow,
Which I cannot bear.
So as swift as an arrow.
Let your concerns entertain my ear!
Oh the torment I endure, we hugged.
Then we sever!
My happiness is no more.
This distance I wished for never.
Thought of you inundate,
The little chambers of my heart.
Drowning I cannot wait,
For this wretched distance, to depart.
Haunted am I,
By memories so pleasant
Desperate I try,
To relive every remnant!
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Stieve Fernandez
Hello am a 36 year old Jamaican national three years into my journey of creative writing
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