I run wildly in this forest of deception, never halting, bleeding endlessly as I search for your beating heart. I am cloaked in the mirage of your beauty. I look for you amongst the trees, beyond the horizon and in the distance I see your smile. The purity of your essence, now lost, captivates me, paralyses me and I can no longer run. I am unashamed of my yearning for you to return to my womb. I succumb to this melancholy as it covers me in the torn remnants of your love.
Curly Miri © 2014
Love & Laughter,