Woe of Hearts
Oh! To be at peace,
With each demise.
And to cry!
For each tear
And each remorse
And melancholy gasp
With each word.
And Oh! The time does pass,
With each breath.
For thy lips are parched,
and broken wings
And diamonds, rough
Of pale beauty.
What am I in compare?
When chocolate eyes
Are warmth so deep?
Where dry eyes are absent
And unkempt.
And who am I, the hypocrite?
Lest the past shall trouble.
Oh! To be clear
Of each thundered cloud.
The rain, which pours
Above thy head and heart.
This endless charade!
Oh, hope and happiness
wish to escape,
And be.















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This is certainly going into my favorites
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aw, that's sweet. thanks!
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