The
problem with dilemma
Is
not an issue to be solved
Spreading
lies about the daylight
We're
not the rats that got involved
In
the mystical worlds.
I've
poured sparkles into a dust
made
of broken dreams.
Your
name is still the anchor,
My
image's still a beam
which
draws you closer
to
deceive.
I've
seen the lightning in the storm of our lust.
It
was merely a memento of our past
lives,
your eyes of sapphire blue,
ever
changing...never true.
Primitive
gestures instilled upon our cells,
Ultimate
masters of a perpetual hell.
Dark
roses on fire,
we're
nothing but snowdrops
melting
within a desire...
cursed
with thy magic.
I
start singing upon a Greenwich star,
revolving
idle around the sun.
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