Goodwill Waning
By: Eve Estelle
I came with good intentions.
Bestowed on you my trust,
You led me astray;
You're the waking sun
That blinds the shaded,
The gentle green turned jaded;
The death and fresh decay
Of youthful faith --
I knew, but declined to see;
I believed, for you smiled;
Diamonds, child.
Absolutely beautiful! The cadence of this poem is so intriguing.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you liked! :D I wanted to try and keep it simple, though the last line kept throwing me off! Still not entirely sure if it fits well enough (meaningwise, anyway), but at least it works with the rhythm.
Delete"The gentle green turned jaded" Wow, I love this!
ReplyDeleteThank you! :D It makes me happy to hear that. <3 That line is an (if not the most) integral part of this poem!
DeleteBeautifully written. Love the picture that goes so well with the poem. I love it! :D
ReplyDeleteThank you, Heena! :D It's a pretty picture! I got lucky -- had no idea what to search for lol.
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