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Oh, to see without my eyes
rather than believing those lies.
He who cannot value his worth
pretendous, to sabotage my world.

You were so pure and warn,
what happened to that charm?
Where fire can also be mean war;
forcing both of us in harm.

“Sorry,” as your introductory,
ended with no sound of apology.
Maybe you said it first —
but no one heard — wanting and thirst.

Justifying your Actions Causing to ****
Putting things from red to blue,
Hiding the hints of hue
I once thought all I wanted was you
Forgive me, but it was untrue.

Feeling the bones of your face
Every dimension of yours, so deep
Those nights were onto something
Fantasizing while you were dreaming.

Gave you the sign —
Understood yet resigned;
Still in connections
Hust to continue our tradition.

We were always those birds on the wire
As thou were never not mine
Even if I need to cross the line
Just so us, to be fine.
Wandering through the depths of Nile,
He, who speaks the language of time
Pervasion of fear and doubt
Even the slightest wind seems so loud.

Tears beneath, rise to fulfill
Who believes the water is still,
Palace of bones fell into quiescence
Full yet do not come to his senses.

Leaving the manuscript of lachrymosity
To whom who hears unevenly
And for the elegies — thorns of rose
Punctured to made him the sad prose.
For as I bid thee
the farewell of king;
ran hie on a single branch
with crown and his Midas touch,
vernal poem, oh, fate to catch.

— The End —