April 4th
As Green as my envy, and Blue as the sea:
Her eyes held such sorrow, for Her and for me
A cordial indifference had led us to part
We brewed our destruction, and sold it as art
What truthful intention we seldom had weaved
Our hearts were two stories which no one believed
These songs turned to silence, and weakened our trust
For Love, to ambition; ambition, to lust
But, I can still see Her when I close my eyes
Without Her, intention had doubled in size
The fourth day of April had caused my collapse
I'm feckless, in silence; yet, bathe in the past...
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