Listen to the heart half-beating
Unsure of its fate
When the night folds in
The downpour of the past.
Feel the arms quivering
Entangled ectopic embrace
Of the solitary spirit left
When they have all moved on.
Taste the eyes flowing
His saltine streams of sorrow
Asking, wondering
If a fighting chance remains.
See his sweat glisten
Amidst the frigid solstice nocturne
Diligently persevering
Despite the dwindling hope.
Smell it, the fear
A waft of foreboding anguish
To a future of banished hymns
Where the world sings of love.
The senses quickening
Its delirious pace to shun
A defeat progressively encroaching
To suffocate the romantic man.
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most of what we worry about never happens. so why worry in the first place? hehe. don't be afraid to take your chances in love and in life. you wouldn't know unless you try.
- juneshowers
the song "not as we" by alanis m. kept playing in my head as i read this one. especially on the 5th paragraph.
yes, after a sad separation, we ask ourselves, "now what?".
sad.
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