How can it be, the simplicity
The audacity, the atrocity.
Of such a Foolish one.
I look to regret, can’t forget.
The Chasms of chaos,
The Ignorance of one.
Her in his arms.
The foolish and faint hearted
The Stupidity of one.
Now repeating, wanting the depleting
Trying to take her back to him,
The Failure of one.
Seeing her sorrow
Regretting what’s recited.
The Sorrow of one.
Now walking to the wake.
The deepening dashes of the Lashes.
The Wake of one.
Now he’s Walking and oh how…
There is no Seconds for the Sorrow.
The Regretfulness of one.
Wishing to help her,
Wishing to Be there For her,
He recedes into his sorrow.
GRASPING for her hand, with no avail,
Wanting to hold her, with no Prevail.
Wanting to be with her, With all of his strength
Yet sees he cannot… Thus no Length would affect her.
So he shall sit. Wanting more, Acting dumb, Being numb…
For He… Can never be with her. Loosely Lamenting,
Trying to learn from his mistakes
These are The words of...
One.
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