Shadow poets..

What once was our stolen eclipse in time has now been reduced to simple rhymes. It is true that a poet can live on his words alone but what happens when there is no story to be told? When there is no tale of stolen hearts or simple quests. If there are no more journeys in this book that isnt from the past. Put this poet out of misery and set his soul wild and free. Free from broken shards of glass that pierce this poet's already broken heart. Mend it not one more time for I fear there is no more. No more for this poet to give up, no more for this poet to look past. This poet has lived on his words alone for far too long, the same words that have been arranged in all its wonderful ways over and over again. No more I ask from you, because far beyond this distant hue, you stand there not knowing how many times I twisted this story for you. Im tired now, leave me be. Let this poet out of misery, let her shadow dance with another again for even her shadow has faded away. Leave her not to live on your words alone for there are no more words of yours to bring warmth to this cold. Im tired of living on the same words alone hoping one day your fire burns again, it isnt fair for this poet to have no tale.