bottomless
weak, we
hold our hands for thunder
no rain
drops over the frail lines of our palms
it's gone,
the storm has passed
invisible
is what we
speak of yet keep inside
walling it
by roses, dividing it by thorns
we say we are both too bold
moving
islands away
yet we
cringe at rainwater on our necks
straightforward
we walk the
steps of others, not looking behind
not once-
I peer at
your face, it glows like a new found coin
glows anew
with the past
Unforgivable
the
melancholic tunes you sing
in my
dreams, every night
tell me how
can you chant my heart out
when you
cannot even hear it beat?
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