White Tiger

White fur
pure, untainted
angelic innocence
and infinite hope.
Streaked
with black, scarred
by our sins
for daring
to hope,
to love,
to think that I
could hold anything
so close to my heart
without it dying.
The blue of Oceans
gazes
into 'what-might-have-been'
Crying
bitter, angry tears
Tearing
this forlorn heart
So Wasted
so Lost.
Begging
to be found
By you,
Who has driven this sick blade
into my Heart
Beating
only for you
Forever
Clutching
this woven Creature
A simple gift
So treasured
so Mourned.
Thrown away
As she had always been