Keep on cutting the items on the list
When it’s time to drink your vows,
There shall be nothing left in the cup.
You shall drink
To a forbidden life
On empty wishes.
That, my friend; is life,
In its truest colours.
Seen and unseen.
There and not.
Gone forever; the fervour,
The light. Love not what thou hast,
Let go of the strings of that which you want.
Hate what ought to be cherished.
Grasp what ought not.
And you shall have lived beautifully
Like the quiet ripples that disturb the peace of