Love scented paper lie unused,
on top of a desk where all secrets lie,
promises of tomorrow, whispered in sighs,
as tears fell from her river eyes.
Unbidden songs of love so true,
trickle in with the nightly dew.
Cold breeze sweeps through her face,
unveiling the madness in her gaze.
Airily she glides to the windowsill
Looking through what's fantasy and real.
Picture perfect photographs flash,
Mem'ries of the past coming to a crash.
Through roads of life they walked as one,
Twining fingers as minks seeking warmth.
A chorus of voices surround every step,
Each of them beautiful, each voice their own.
Ghosts of autumn trees flicker out of sight,
Bittersweet goodbyes said to ones eyes,
A faint glimmering droplet in the night
Marks the end of an unending plight.
Dream-drunken couples come and go,
As oaths are broken blow by blow.
Bardic songs paint it as fantasy
Yet it all ends in blasphemy.
Love is a curv[e]d blade
Tracing the fragments of her Secret
As each piece loses hope in the morrow
One can only hope,
that time
heals her sorrow.
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It's a spur of the moment collaboration between Rio and me. Read and understand it as you will. It's my first time doing a collab so...
Comments will be greatly appreciated!
