I don't number triumphs,
I'm seized by defeats,
I barely rest,
Crossing the frontier of my fears,
Veiled by mist of tears,
No one to blame but memories.
I still keep one night
In my heart,
Rewind each time,
Quiet ecstasy colored black and red,
A tint of dying, a burden of life,
Silent,
Still,
Covenant on your lips,
Haunting aroma possessing the air
Similar to regret,
Aching wistfulness noticeable all around,
Bitter and sweet,
Followed by thousand of heartbeats and
Desirous, impatient breathes,
Sealed with your lips.
The rain keeps falling, old leaves flying,
Shadowed namelessly on the ground,
I am trying to live through the pain,
Exhausted,
Numb,
I can't,
Not as the queen
But as the slave,
Old me,
An old wound
Still new and green.
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