Torn in between, torn within
Wishing for whispers to breathe
Bringing sense into this cyclic rhythm:
Risking memories that resound
Responding to my heart's fount.
Falling freely from fickleness
of love lost, love lived
of melodies mellowing my morns
of words woefully wooing
of promises proclaiming pedestals.
Empty every essence, every edge
Ail all aches, all agonies of late
Offer oases of opulent devotions
Usher utterances of undying romance
Until this very you and me is immersed as one.
Felt by Tim Decano is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
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