Give me a kiss just one last time
Please, dont leave me here behind
Ill dance, Ill Play, Ill speak in rhyme
If you give me that sweet, sweet kiss goodbye

I swear I'm done—no more sleepless nights
Watching your picture cross my phone's display,
No more desperate party invites
Or hearing echoes of your laugh in rain.
I've carved you out like blemish from my sight.
I don't want anything. I feel no pain.

But when October wind strips bare the trees,
I wonder if you ever ******* name
Like salt upon your lips, or if the freeze
Of winter mornings whispers things the same
As mine do—do you ache? Do your knees
Still buckle when someone plays our song's refrain?

You bloom without me—
This I know is right.

Yet still I hoard this fantasy like breath—
That we could meet again with different hearts,
And have one last dance, till death
that dark spirit in the dark shall do us part
Again

Oh west wind, wrongfully called wild, Oh dear and tender Zephyrus, How could your name ever be befiled, if they knew your gentle caress?

A face so soft and rounded strong, warm hands that comb through locks of hair. Yet I despair when I see the throng, your dying visage, my love, so fair.

Zephyrus, why do you fade away? Tell me, let me share your fate. Why, my love, do you look so sore? Is it us? Did we rob you of your state?

Exhausts exhaust, did we take your breath? Did we cost you your very life? Your quivering lips, pale as death, Zephyrus, are you consumed by strife?

My love, stay with me, I beg and plead, Don't perish, Zephyrus, don't be gone. Together, we'll change this vile deed, I'll keep you uplifted, love withdrawn.

Zephyrus, please, where have you gone? Zephyrus mine, don't be deceased. Know that I love you, even though it's wrong, this's my demise. Your song has ceased

The wondrous in-between
hides pleasures and hopes;
hides roping fears unseen.
It swells up when it copes,
it swells up with desire
morphing, stretching strange,
ignites the warming fire,
a peaceful, mindless haze.



Wand'ring through the deepest depths
that clash in total silence
around my sullen steps.
Through Eos' sudden violence
find I myself between
what is real and still serene,
watching lands that haven't been:
The escapist's dreaded dream.

Oh west wind, wrongfully called wild,
Oh dear and tender Zephyrus,
How could ever be your name befiled,

If they knew your soft caress?
A face so soft and rounded strong,
And warm hands that softly comb through hairs.

Yet do I despair now when I see
The face that I adore.
I see it dying, Zephyrus, why?

Tell me, let me be part of your
Sorrow and I will take your fate.
Why, my love, do you look so sore?

Is it us? Exhausts exhaust,
Did we **** you in cold blood?
Were you the one our lives have cost?

Your lips they shiver white,
Are you cold, Zephyrus, are you
Still alright? It’s a fever! Am I right?

My love, stay, I beg and plead,
Don’t die there, Zephyrus,
We'll get through this, I'll keep you upheaved.

Zephyrus, please, where are you, are you gone?
Zephyrus mine, don’t be dead.
I want you to know that, I love you, Zephyrus, even if it’s wrong.
I too have died, Zephyrus, knowing that I stopped your song.

"I'm happy you found someone,"
she wispers - and she means it.
I nod. I love my ***. But still,
my stomach burns with regret.

I can’t ask her to come back -
what I did forbids...
But God, a touch would make me crack,
just one more brush of h'r fingertips.

Her lips - so soft, so slim, so red -
I picture them on mine.
Then others join, and just like that,
the moment slips in time.

I’m not hers. She won’t be mine again.
Maybe that's how it goes.
Maybe we’re better off like this.
Maybe we're better apart with partners,
than as partners growing apart.

I swear I'm done. No more sleepless nights
Watching your picture cross my phone's display,
No more texts my lonely mind writes
Or hearing echoes of your laugh in rain.
I've carved you out like blemish from my sight.
I don't want anything. I feel no pain.

But when October wind strips bare the trees,
I wonder if you ever ******* name
Like salt upon your lips, or if the freeze
Of winter mornings whispers things the same
As mine do - do you ache? Do your knees
Still buckle when someone plays our song's refrain?

You bloom without me.
Yet still I hoard this fantasy like breath-
That we could meet again with different hearts,
And have one last dance

Sweet her face, the eyes so warm,
Looks upon my tearing heart.
Tugging stomach, aching swarm,
Makes what's sweet so sour, ****.

I want to hear her voice admit
Love and longing once again,
Let those words flow through my ears
Down to stomach, chest, and ribs.

God was I a fool before,
Crying, an attention *****.
Now my sad, sore body aches
While my core my sorrow rakes.