My heart,
The house of cards
Alive on the solace of lies
Holding on,
The faith within
To relive the meaning of ties.
Our vows,
A juvenile memory
Subtly partially forgotten
Still nourishing, though,
This aged affection
With melodies so tauten.
Deep beneath,
That sanguine smile,
I sense you’re wrestling soul
Wishing hard,
That I shall fall
To the beauty of the mole.
Walking down,
The path alone,
Thinking what went wrong
Why; the dastard winter
Lasted so long.
I wish,
My eyes could lie,
To quieten the screams within
To suffice
This wailing heart
By the comfort of subtle sins.
I know,
Your eyes can’t lie,
Can’t sugar-coat your love’s pills
The truth,
Of our salient eyes
Is the happiness which kills.
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