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I hear them all the time...
The bud turned into rot infects my stomach,
I grind to dust the hope and then go amok;
the sudden tears -the longing stirs,
she's the weed among the flowers,
I pluck and grief over me towers.
Was i wrong?The fear has leapt,
fate scolds for I am inenpt.
(Hurt)I swear I atone -I am but alone,
(Stalwart)I see, I am at fault, yet cannot halt,
my love is despair, and I know it is fair.
After all I've been through...
now in doubt -was any of it true?
Enticing, as if I dream,
I bare my whole on ur whim,
night stares at us -we are one,
I am no longer alone.
Oh, fickle grace is wicked,
ur eyes to me false truth wed,
demise of us ensued,
in my book it's just a prelude. (I hope)
Eminent -we vow, and then hearts dent,
times: future, present, what's passed,
mingle, our regrets are vast.
Lame, we lust to brim th passion the cast
we are made of mutable feelings,
life's indigestible, methinks.
I maim the pleasure with regrets,
shying away from the past ur body secrets.
unraveling threads.
I've never believed that the fallen star may rise,
once conquered the spirit comes to it's demise,
entreat God, or not -we might as well all rot,
it's odd that I live, still
with feelings that bid only ill will.
Hope is fragile -I tend to it,
priceless the worth which u freely bid.
Both body and soul,
inseparate -whole,
u desecrate, then i curse it all.
Life without u -could not have imagined,
on the brink -death will be my agent.
Through pain I nurtured the means to survive,
groveled in mud -tears besmeared an abject life
When all is against us,
world's veiled with taint,
the misery's surplus
most woeful of images paint,
we tend to forget that the pain endured later blossoms,
life is an accumulation of sums.
Dry the tears that were shed
and I, at last, look ahead.
We suffer, we gain, we experience,
past whispers, yet no longer makes sense.
