My heart is wounded,i'm a living corpse
I'm dead and buried,in my sorrow,i'm dry of sobs
My tears have dreaded,unwaiting of props
My life is tainted,i see no hopes
Tomorrow is unwaited,i've spinned like tops
For my heart is wounded,you left me a corpse
I dreamed of shadow and of sun
A lucid outline, twasn’t much
Like lines and riddles often touch
Between, I found, my love
That time is riddled with these lines
--so juxtaposed
Memory cannot feel like hearts
She cannot beat nor burst
But with her vivid statuesque
She moves.
There is no silence bright as sun
Save memory where it runs
The wake and fall are both the same
There beauty has no shame.
There is no silence as the hearts
Whose hearts in beating beat apart
Unwaiting like the past
Forgotten lines of love
A sunrise in the rust.
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