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Grief Trandsends when the past unravels

Visions haunt the hollows of spoken words never known.
My thoughts are mislead with falsified security;
By now his true feelings would have... should have... shown.
If I had the slightest maturity
Perhaps I wouldn’t be suffering obscenity.
 
Crafted from heartfelt passion which stays one-sided.
His mind drawn astray
Emotion indecisive
Motives lead to crisis.
 
If future lies in the bruised arms of destiny
Dear God, explain to me, my brevity
Present it in detail too vivid to forget
Too intense to tell the story
For with this, I can openly regret.
 
If love is a dangerous game as everyone claims
I can’t wait for this feeling to consume me from the inside.
When I am torn, he’ll put me back together from the pieces he’s created.
Kissing me, the tongue which has whispered the sweet breath of harsh tones thrown my way.
 
A bitter taste in his mouth, brokenness from another
Grief unintentionally traversed
I bear the scars of his former lover.

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