lovers bones

Within desire's grasp, you ensnare my soul; as moments elapse, your once fierce flame grows cold. As that fateful day nears, your profound affection becomes a wretched curse to hold. Left in its wake are only your pallid bones, and I bear the weight of love's sickness taking hold. Your beauty veiled in agony, like poison pills concealed among the ocean's pearls. But I can't deny that fate etched this tale for you and me. In dreams, runes shape your name in an unknown language, a clear decree. When I wake from those reveries, time halts, a broken clock's plea. A tapestry of sorrow and bittersweet melancholy is all i see. You sit blissfully unaware while the mortal clock ticks without demand. Decay unfolds with deliberate grace, as ancient glyphs foretold this destiny's strand. A memory of lovers long lost, this tale retold in a million timespan, Yet it stings like shattered bones turned to dust, lost in time's shifting sand, taken by death's elusive hand.