The mistakes have been committed,
and now our pries have been requited.
And the partakes have been sought,
so now we sell our souls for naught.
And these escapades have fallen,
over this moon that glows golden.
And these ballades have expired,
from this desire we have acquired.
And now our treasurable spades,
have fallen into the hands of Hades.
So what must we do for this pleasure,
how can this love we measure.
How do I cast a blind eye on you,
and how can you turn my nightmares true.
Why is our love threatened to this exposure,
and why has our love never been kissed by closure?
Because right now I am tempted by the choices,
and right now I am drowning in these mephitic voices.
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Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
