Strangest feelings are born as fears
Into the silence, it is souls to tear
Painted in sadness as the memory rears
Moments of facts become a load to bear
Why does a closest ear misses to hear?
In the blood of Eden a bond was birthed
Shifting times have sad tales by hearts ripped
Sweet moments bothered not to have spirits tipped
Now the blossomed petals withered in promises dodged
Scars tell of events in their silence
Hearts breathe to live in swollen presence
When thorns were pulled out, they took their essence
With their torn pieces written on smiles of pretense
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