Point Of No Return
We spend the hours in tinge of pale
There's no tenderness quite right--
And more hazy moments prevail
Growing dimmer like snuffed twilight.
Although he's near the inky hues
Splatter into unanswered coos:
While this pained heart bears all
To feel his cold of whispers diffuse.
Shall we grate hours in tinge of pale?
This time... let me request,
The tiny stars to dart away
Beyond the ridge of moonlit crest.
My longing hands and warm embrace
Can't fill his icy space ---
How one-way is ardor's mantra
Point of no return... I'm out of grace.
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