Orpheus

Oh, to be loved as Orpheus loved EurydiceOne in which he felt could not be placed in Patience’s handsIn defiance of fate, driven by his longingSo hungry for the taste of his lover again The beauty in the tragic storyRests not in reunion;But in such an actOf...

Known

For 18 years of my lifeI’ve wanted to make a mark I’ve falteredAnd sized myself downScared to leave an impact – A trace of myselfOn someone, on something Too scared to put the brush to the canvasFor being known is a great, terrifying thing...