In the veils of dusk, where whispers merge with shadows
In the veils of dusk, where whispers merge with shadows,
My dear lover, do not seek a soul like mine.
Seek someone more radiant, or a spirit akin to yours,
But not someone who bears the unseen shadows I keep hidden.
I do not wish to see their tears for your broken fragments,
Nor for you to live in the silence that suffocates and demands quiet while screaming.
Do not bring back the scene where only one character declaims
In bifurcated silences, where hearts beat to dissonant rhythms.
So, my dear, seek someone brighter, but not like me.
Search for beauty without my hidden scars,
Embrace the moon while holding the shining stars,
Find that perfect being who is in harmony,
Unburdened by words that float empty in the air.
Thus, my dear, find someone better, but never like me.
I hope you do not encounter a heart consumed by unseen flames,
Nor a soul at war with its own essence.
Avoid those caught in the whirlpools of their thoughts,
Someone who loves you deeply but disrupts your peace too often.
So, my dear, seek someone better, but not like me.
When it comes to me, I will wait in the shadows, counting your smiles.
Do not worry about me; they say time flies.
Once again, I will hide my insecurities,
Deeply knotted and perfectly entwined within my veins.
So, my love, I might search for you in the tides of longing,
But you, you must never find anyone like me,
For my wounds obscure your bright stars,
And my soul burns with flames that do not bring you peace.
So, my dear, seek a gentler light,
Someone who embraces you with peaceful harmony,
Where words are windows to a serene heart,
And love floats like the song of a falling star.
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Dan Enache
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