Oh, love that warbles through till dawn
and whispers sickly-sweet goodbyes
Β like a silhouette against the startling sky

At length, I praised with wanton sighΒ 
wiped remorse and felt your lips and
wonder if you’d offer me last breath.

Yet somehow, they make us whole,
how cruel is life to those who own
tender hearts and forbearing souls-

 

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Posted for Music with Marian @ Real Toads