Posted: October 11, 2016 in Melancholia
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Your eyes wear mascara lines

Open them and free the lashes

Unclad, my emotions lay bare

Calm my athletic pulse

A butterfly sheds its cocoon

No tears wanderlust

Cold winds tell a tale of betrayal

Hasty promises and broken dreams

As I fall head first into indifference

Nature favors the dice, a cruel game

Grow little seed grow, die and then grow

Etched on walls, scribbles of the lovelorn

Tell me you will

Hold me closer still

Each flaw I wear on my sleeve

Window panes mirror her pain

And as sure as the sky is blue

You know that every word is true

I will hold my breath for you

Till sepals stretch and petals yawn

Echo, echo remains

No words, even the wind holds

Desperately I trust to hope

Stay, I will stay…she whispers





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