Their hands were reaching for love,
soaring higher than ever before,
but, it was never enough.
Spirits like a dove,
evaporating into the sweet evening noir.
Their hands were reaching for love.
Feelings locked up in the trove
that was hidden behind many doors.
But, it was never enough.
With a helpless glance above
and a few scenes of unavoidable uproar,
their hands were reaching for love.
Affectionate embrace turned to enraged shove.
She cried "No more!"
But... It was never enough.
They were anything but snug as a glove,
bruises like badges, is what she bore.
Their hands were reaching for love...
but it was never enough.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
Their hands were reaching for love,
soaring higher than ever before,
but, it was never enough.
Spirits like a dove,
evaporating into the sweet evening noir.
Their hands were reaching for love.
Feelings locked up in the trove
that was hidden behind many doors.
But, it was never enough.
With a helpless glance above
and a few scenes of unavoidable uproar,
their hands were reaching for love.
Affectionate embrace turned to enraged shove.
She cried "No more!"
But... It was never enough.
They were anything but snug as a glove,
bruises like badges, is what she bore.
Their hands were reaching for love...
but it was never enough.
Villanelle.
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