Didn't, to foretell?
Have and need soon, the exaction in a pace
We foretell is peace, a looking wish, well...
The reach of a new passion, seldom in may?

Choices
Staring ours, to win the pardon
Here is my, courtesy in new sources...
That collect a need, with calm as a problem

Hatred, is a role to finish a thought
With a deed's chaste...
Welcome it to a liberty, with no future, but a whim...?
That worlds have claimed that no man may pass...

Up
In heaven, them and tows of charisma
Curious, enough to understate love?
With another use, in the corner with its own; enigma

Here indeed...
The irony of response, kindness, to wrap a frank finger
About the succor of purpose, the identity of becoming heed
Been whether a bit lip, a changing season and a breeze to linger...

In your soul, with a boding craving...
Peace was a simple friend, that you sent to a lovelorn ghost?
Speak your piece of a puzzle, none the less a work in saving...
Another way, from the spoils of worlds, that has come to host:

Us
The praise of angst, for a belly of conscience and mere?
An awakening hindsight to love, to remind in certain voice, thus
Is its own reward when a callous promise shines; is, was never fear...