We are woefully lost in our remembrance
Wilfully digging somber graves
There are no frivolous net curtains
Dancing melodically upon softly waves
We spit and stagger our own vile words
Throwing daggers with hollow eyes
There is no truer pain filled loss
Than the lover you learnt to despise
Tyrany dwells in the history of lives, we break and fail, shattered pieces contained in neat convenient boxes.
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Powerful words. Amazing how joy and sadness so often mingle at the door of every human heart.