[Day 1] 365 Days of Poetry Writing

Day 1

...Until the End of Time

You were my Rose,

I was your Jack,

or

so I thought.

I would put you on the iceberg,

and let my body fight against

the piercing coldness

the ocean had brought to me.

But that did not even

amount to your eyes,

So hauntingly beautiful,

yet so killingly icy.

When you rejected me,

pieces of my heart started to fall

under the bottom of sea

along with your deafening words.

You know what I am going to

do.

I would endure all the heart-stopping

coldness.

I would go down to the sea bed

and collect the pieces of me.

I would put them on arrows,

and shoot them through your heart (if you have one).

Now you must know how I felt,

or I will not stop 

until

the end of time.