Romance the Chance
This coldness still, untrue; unreal
Consumed by doubt, more cracks in the wall -
For certain I loath all that I feel
(Lost in the Beauty of my fateful fall)
Dry of words, and void of strength,
I try and save my dying chance
(I never thought I'd trek this length)
But, Lo! I dance a dead Romance...
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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