Nightmare
The night seems younger,rather cold
More stale than it's whispering blows
I quiver,I shiver, I'm all stiffened up
Under horrors of a withering emotion.
A wandering heart lays tangled,rather trapped
Among the thorns and claws
Of thy rosy heart
My heart races on, I bleed.
Bleeding to my date out of hate
I am alone in thy misery pains
You wound,You hurt but I know
Can there be love and no pains?
I hear a certain call on winds
Telling a tale of an untold love.
I feel thy lingering presence
Strangling the very soul of the lover you loved?
I wish myself as one richer of faith,of hope.
If there be a world where love knows no age
There be a place where youth knows no date,
There shall I await thy wandering soul
There shall love's root grow deep once again.
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