"LOST APRIL LOVE and FISHING FOR FOOLS."
This quiet night,
wind parting summer's slumbered loneliness.
Shadows of light,
simple is the sorrow of days once had.
Laughing nor crying, taste salty bitterness;
sadness employs this heart of a madman.
Does this, then that, question reality today;
aggressing the fortune of history, of tales untrue!
Does develop this division;
forces sacrifice and delusion!
Clearest path - thou holiest markedness now jagged,
found still, mind's pounding.
Greet sorrow with freedom;
stay severed, simple comfort.
Be proud like lion, non resolving;
into my heart - this mind, non resolving.
Of days which darkness severs the temptress,
of closeness forbidding and evils enduring.
Does shadows remove with time, take comfort;
neither him nor thou may stake such preference.
Has this portrait faded, or been tainted,
by time; for true enemies does create,
or the love once binding now unfounded,
dissolve as time does work upon colours.
Quick encounters, liquid eyes - tears inducing.
For fear, for heart, for LOVE!
make conversation, severed temptress
shadows removed are until then not coming.
Myself excused, but time does not;
this slow stabbing takes from me my life!
Exhausting, everlasting tournament;
desperate days turn to memories faded.
Quick is the path of diversion;
hearts parting and memories diluting.
Awaiting unreality, in reality awaiting perfection.
Seems in another lifetime exists our togetherness.
Retrieve from me my blood,
which upon my sleeve does stain.
And bring forward to me my love,
Pour la peur, pour le coeur, pour l'AMOUR!
Now, feelings fill the throat
to try to form words
but after being trounced
by the larynx mafia
they shoot out fingertips
seven days a week, we were one
four eyes saw the purity between
twelve months we shared our souls
two times a day, we shared our bodies
one bad night to bring it down
five cuts remembering the pain
three months to rid myself of your memory..........