Untitled (Accidentally)

A longing hope grows and fades kindly
Lenient love burning out from a distant night
All the space between us, all this vacuum from one’s lost
We are fed upon words traverse the meaning of the unknown

Raging thorn of a wounded rose
The tender scent of a mellow lie

A longing dream glows and dims abruptly
Placid love dying out of sorrow
All this void within us, all this malice from one’s drift
Reluctant words from the blank pages of gaiety
Raging thorn of a wounded rose
The tender scent of a mellow lie
No more words to say
Only awkward secrecy to keep…

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