I loath the words I cannot speak
I see not a love, yet not a hate
My emotion yield, yet do not shake
Two sinister hearts, that always ache
One for love, one for truth, both to pain.
That was untrue.
Set aside I loath, I loath
Who said so sweet 'the night breaths heat? ” Parting not pain and grief, setting up,
season's treats
Wreaking souls that once beat glass
I loath at things that cannot last
I loath to relive my past
What weakness lies, in those who love?
A wretched heart
A love lost, that was never true
A tear by day, a tear by night
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