in the end, I am declared
guilty
to be free from the chains of contrivance
to finally rely on noble companions
from facade to its truths
born flowers will bore fruit
to be requested release
and to forever deny its reprise
to be loved, and finally to love
and matters not that never mattered
past chains perish, and the future followed
as warm as the sun
forever cursed to bear the fervor
to be chained,
to be denied and drought
as I have done to he
as the moon without its sun
at the start, the only crime committed
was being me
I miss my best friend, but even a thousand sorries and taking responsibility would never make him forgive me.
