I miss the beauty while in the pain.
I forget the truth while fighting the lies.
I lose confidence while filthy in self-pity.
jailed in the mind-itching madness of insanity
the heart atrophies one beat at a time.
for the lack of…
of one touch
is that it
is that all it takes
all it takes for the heart to burst
from my chest and to soar
to soar across the lands
to soar across seas
to soar to… sweet… whispers
or is it to soar to beat faster
with each touch of lips and fingertips
is that mending
or is that sweet beauty
is that sweet pain
the madness of a love so strong it defies the world
defines what love is what love has never been
oh that day
that day is going down in the works of historians
is going down in the songs of mankind
is going down
and all the pain, the tragedy,
the endless seconds passing in a hell of denial
will be soothed and released by the whispers
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