whispers, so beautiful
call to me...
how softly I recall how your words touched,
yielding without flinching
I allowed you my heart,
naivety now screams above the thunder
eyes toward bitter winds
sting with conviction,
desolate cold beckons me
embracing contradiction's scorn,
apology falls delinquent
as tears glaze over our moon,
how fierce shall a soul shatter
deluged in a monsoon of lies?,
held by grips of sinking feelings
I cling to yesterday's voice,
my only salvation
is when I hear memories in the wind.




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You know when You mentioned the word: RUN

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