Scarlet Paradise
In the storm of my mind,
You were my quiet yearning.
Nothing to hold onto, nothing to chase,
Nobody can adjust to this phase.
Do not claim the jargon words,
Words mean nothing when they are hollow.
Letters and pauses are only the reflections of my urge
To put you in my precious seat.
I see a scarlet paradise,
Beneath the fabrics, beneath the skin.
I can even see what's underneath your skull,
My heart is nothing but an omniscient witness.
When you claim that you are feeling all alone,
Isn't that worthy of being welcomed?
When you claim that you do not want to be left alone,
Isn't it pleasurable to be denied?
The empty clock reminds me of your sweet but mean promises,
Temporary happiness is what you always crave.
But I have been an equivocator for so long,
I just want to see what my strides mean to you.
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