In Greek Mythology, the Siren was described as beautiful creatures, born from gods, who lured sailors onto their own doom with the allure of their songs.
To this day, she is my Siren.
To this day, her voices echoes within my skull.
Her sweet words crashing against my forehead in a mix of euphoria, anxiety, melancholy, and crippling fear.
She is my Siren, and much like in the tales of old, she will be my doom.
And much like the sailors, I rush toward the charms of her voice.
However, I embrace my fate with open arms,
As she has doomed me to love, not to die.
Though the pain of either are equally great,
And that she is destined for better men then myself
I am content to see her happy,
From the shores of the River Styx.
Shall one chase for love not
Shall one chase for love not caring about the things that could happen as you keep chasing running for it. Shall you catch it or lose it with your life you will keep chasing. good write :)
Life is one hard thing to get...
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very well written my friend.