Beautiful Melancholy

A penny saved is a penny earned,

a broken heart is a broken urn

of dreams and would be,

could be,posing wannabes,

I shall wallow in my

melancholy.

I shall stack my sadness

in glass cases built of magic,

I will bury them in the wooden stems of trees,

the sorcerer’s apprentice that

is who I will pretend be.

I will hide my memories

at the bottom of the sea,

ask and ask and ask

but you shall never receive

the location of those

catacombs holding bittersweet memoirs.

Into the incinerator

my heart,it goes,

screaming love as it burns

dear heart,poor heart,

don’t you know,

life’s much easier

when you’ve turned to stone?



A penny saved is a penny earned,

a broken heart is a broken urn

of dreams and would be,

could be, posing wannabes,

I shall wallow in my

melancholy.

The End

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