Your idol

I am your eternal idol
Held between blue eyes
Searched, discovered in full,
Statue like coldness at infant cries.

To be as I you wished,
And steel plated the soft heart
And worked it did,
P,aging your stony part.

As eyes grew cold and hard,
Turning as I had
Playing that last card
Just seems so sad.

Lost is that soft tenderness,
Secrets of the warm pleasant moment,
All given to the bitter hardness,
Too early that life lies spent



Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2022-10-07 at 08:33

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