An endless turn,
A silent burn,
He slips away,
Won’t e'er return.
The flesh is raw,
The lady saws,
I wait her call,
She fights, withdraws.
Escapists flee
When fear draws near,
They toss, they turn—
Nothing is clear.
Confused, we bind
Tormented hearts,
What we will find
Is love in shards.
Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 1:26 AM UTC
An endless turn,
A silent burn,
He slips away,
Won’t e'er return.
The flesh is raw,
The lady saws,
I wait her call,
She fights, withdraws.
Escapists flee
When fear draws near,
They toss, they turn—
Nothing is clear.
Confused, we bind
Tormented hearts,
What we will find
Is love in shards.
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