Mist
The
saddest is not being tended by love
The sobs
sound at the sight of a dove
For you
see time taken away
You feel
that ultimate betray
This is
an island surrounded by silence
Wind
carrying echoes of others laughs and dance
Whether
it be a forever romance
Or even a
momentary dalliance
See this
desperation of the heart
Seeping
deep into your soul
Enveloping
your aching psyche
In the
middle of the night your whole being achy
Am I
abandoned for some forgotten sin?
Or my
hesitation when love slightly beckoned?
This
isn’t sealed and set in tomorrow
I must be
brave and risk myself for love not sorrow
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